Chapter EightThe next morning, Myrtle sat at her breakfast table with a bowl of bran cereal, coffee, and a small notepad. She’d learned in the past that she needed to think about her investigating in an organized way. Thinking about the case, she figured that she needed to speak with Lucas pretty soon. He was, after all, the prime suspect. Perhaps fluffy Aunt Hazel would need to return to Charlotte at some point and Myrtle would get more of an opportunity to talk to him.
Today was the day that Joan was dropping Noah off so that she could help her father go through her mother’s things. Myrtle realized she’d forgotten to call Elaine and ask if she’d like to drop Jack off at the same time so the two boys could have a play date. She squinted at her rooster wall clock. Eight o’clock. Elaine wa
