Chapter Eleven
CURSING THE FACT THAT she’d neglected to put her phone in her robe pocket, Myrtle hurried back up the path, leaning heavily on her cane as she went. She pushed through her back door and into her kitchen, grabbing her phone.
Red’s number rang so many times that Myrtle thought it would end up going to voice mail. Finally, he picked up. “Mama,” he said gruffly. “Are you okay?”
“No, I’m not okay. Well, I’m okay, but I’m not really.”
Red was starting to sound a little more alert. “Chest pains? Or did you fall down.”
“Don’t be silly. I’m completely fine. Better, at any rate, than the body I just saw floating in the lake behind my house.”
Red now was entirely awake. “I’ll be right there,” he said shortly before hanging up.
Myrtle was now even more restless than she’d been wh
