Chapter Twenty-Two
“Sorry,” she said. She really did look regretful. “I can’t let you make that call, Miss Myrtle. It really wouldn’t do to have a tipsy Sloan wander back in here right now.”
Myrtle pushed the rolling chair back a bit to gain a little distance from Jenny. “So, let’s see. We have a few pieces of information that are very interesting, don’t we? First off, there’s something that a good friend of mine mentioned a while ago. She spoke about the rain.”
Jenny lifted a perfectly-groomed eyebrow. “She’s a weather forecaster?” Jenny rummaged in her purse.
“No, she’s a psychic. You met Wanda. You’d never guess it, but getting these little psychic insights are sort of like a shaky picture on a television full of static. She knows they’re important, but she doesn’t really know how t
