Chapter Two––––––––
They stared at him.
“Your cousin Charles is dead in my yard?” asked Myrtle. “How—well, how careless of you, Miles!”
“He’s not my responsibility,” protested Miles. “I haven’t seen him in years, as a matter of fact. And he’s a grown man, for heaven’s sake. I haven’t the foggiest idea why he might be dead in your yard. I didn’t see or hear anything last night. I turned in fairly early last night and even put my earplugs in, because Pasha was wailing at one point and acting peculiar. But that’s not really out of the ordinary.”
They all looked quietly out on the scene in front of them for a moment. Myrtle’s yard was filled with gnomes, feeders, and colorful azaleas—and a body blocking the path that led down the wooded hill to her small dock on the lake.
“I didn’t even k
