Myrtle beamed at him. “I thought you might be awake! Come on in and have some coffee and hang out with Wanda and me. We were just talking about making a plan for the day. Sloan has given me a holiday puff piece to write and I plan on using it to interview suspects.”
Miles looked wary. “Won’t it be odd if you start by asking Christmas-related questions and then morph into murder?”
“Morph into murder. That sounds like a title for a TV series, Miles. How creative you are this morning! And no . . . I don’t think it will seem odd at all. I’m an octogenarian. I’m allowed to rapidly change the subject.”
Myrtle fixed Miles a cup of coffee while he considered what to say next. He finally said, “Maybe it would be interesting if you took Wanda around with you today. Folks love her, as you know.
