Chapter FifteenAs Myrtle was walking back home, she decided she wanted her container back from Lucas. She hadn’t spoken to him as much as she’d talked with the other suspects. And, pitiful though he was, he certainly was a suspect. He was the husband and he was getting, according to his daughter, a tidy windfall from the life insurance company. Hazel and Joan had both mentioned the fact that he’d been broke before Cosette died. He was decidedly grief-stricken, but maybe he was only grief-stricken over the state of his soul.
The books, neither of which she had the smallest intention of introducing to the book club—especially since it wasn’t actually her turn for six months—were starting to weigh heavily on her as she walked. Myrtle decided that she’d go by the library to return them before
