Chapter Four
MARIGOLD RAISED AN eyebrow. “Well, I’m certainly not calling her.”
Miles hurriedly said, “Don’t look at me. I’m trying to keep my distance.”
“Then I shall do it myself. Which is always the way to do things if you want them done right, anyway.” Myrtle pulled out her cell phone and peered at her contacts list.
Miles said, “Don’t you think she might have turned in by now?”
“I don’t. She just had quite a disturbing experience. She might be in bed, but I know she’s not sleeping.”
Sure enough, Eloise answered the phone with alacrity, sounding fully awake and alert. “Myrtle? Is everything okay?”
“It’s just fine, Eloise. But I realized just a minute ago that you never talked about what happened to Jax. You mentioned that you’d gone over there for a late visit and spoke about y
