Under ordinary circumstances, Myrtle would have been happily gossiping with suspects and eking out information the day after a murder.
Unhappily, however, she was instead on her way to volunteer at the Kiwanis Club’s pancake breakfast. She couldn’t let the Kiwanis Club down—Red, though, would end up paying some consequences soon.
“Myrtle,” teased Miles with a smile, as he stood next to her in the buffet line, “Volunteering out of the goodness of her heart.”
Myrtle scowled and waved a spatula threateningly at him.
“And volunteering the morning after a murder—that’s real dedication.”
Myrtle now attempted to pretend he wasn’t next to her in the serving line. How did she get the job of serving pancakes when an actual Kiwanis member merely had the job of pointing out there was both apple a
