Chapter Nineteen
MILES APPARENTLY DIDN’T because when she arrived at Miles’s house bright and early the next morning, he looked bleary-eyed at her and was still wearing plaid pajamas and a navy bathrobe and slippers.
“What’s happening?” he asked, looking a bit confused.
“We’re going to the police station, remember? I need to tell Perkins about our plan.”
Miles stumbled back into his house and Myrtle followed him. He sat down in an armchair. “Myrtle, this is your plan. I’m not altogether sure it’s a good one. Plus, won’t it qualify as police entrapment or something? I’m positive Lieutenant Perkins won’t want to be party to some sort of entrapment scheme.”
“No, no. Police entrapment is when officers push someone who hasn’t committed a crime into committing one. Sort of a ‘gotcha’ thing.
