“Okay,” said Myrtle as soon as Miles picked up the phone. “I’ve overheard a little about Cullen and Simon and why they might want Jill dead. I have a pretty good idea about Sherry and Blanche’s motives. And I know Georgia was upset with Jill over money. The problem is,” said Myrtle, “that I don’t have a good excuse to talk to Georgia. And I can’t just go up to her house and knock on her door with no good reason to be nosy. If I start going around and having little afternoon teas with all the suspects, that would really worry the killer.” Myrtle thought about the iced tea and wondered again if the killer was already on to her.
Miles straightened his steel-framed glasses. “Is Georgia a regular at Bo’s Diner or anything? Does she have any kind of routine that you can interrupt?”
“I don’t
