Chapter Three
MYRTLE SAID, “LET’S get over there.”
“I think she’s already called Red,” said Miles.
“Maybe we can beat him there. At this hour, he’s probably already in the bed. It’ll take him a minute to get his uniform on.”
Sure enough, as Miles drove Myrtle away, Red’s police cruiser was still in his driveway.
Miles said as he drove, “She sounded pretty upset. I think she called me totally reflexively.”
“It’s just as well you broke up with her, Miles. Because why was she over at Jax’s house to begin with?”
They pulled up to a brick ranch-style house that was on the lake. Eloise was sitting on Jax’s front steps, her head in her hands. She jumped up and hurried over as soon as she saw them arrive. When Miles stepped out of the car, she threw her arms around him while Myrtle watched
