Chapter Seventeen––––––––
A sudden, piercing, wailing alarm blared behind them from the house. Dina swung around to look and Myrtle took the opportunity to raise her cane as far over her head as she could reach and bring it crashing down on Dina.
Dina looked like she was unconscious, but Myrtle had watched too many horror movies to just assume she wasn’t going to rise up again and come after her. On the other hand, there actually was real smoke coming out of her kitchen window from the eggs she’d left on the stove. Red had installed those smoke detectors that he’d been so very fixated on. Bless him.
She had never been more relieved to see Miles’ bespectacled face. He came rushing through her back gate clutching Elaine’s abominable painting and looking back and forth from the figure on t
