Chapter FourThe next morning, Myrtle ate her breakfast and then decided to walk over to the Bradley Bugle office. A blast of humid air hit her as soon as she opened the front door and she made a face—she’d hoped to avoid the heat by heading out so early.
Last night, she’d made a Missing poster with Pasha’s picture on it and wanted to use the newspaper’s copy machine to make a bunch of copies. Myrtle had realized at around midnight that she didn’t have a really clear photo of Pasha on her computer and the pictures she did have were on her camera. She was going to have to get Red’s or his wife Elaine’s help getting the pictures off her camera, since she couldn’t remember how she’d done it last time. Calling them at midnight, however, was not going to make them eager to help her. In the mean
