“I’ll track down Luella for you,” said Miles.
“No, I will. If you go, she’ll view it as a serendipitous opportunity for a liaison.” Myrtle grabbed her cane and hurried to the kitchen and out the back door.
Dusty hadn’t lied when he’d said he put all the gnomes out. They were lined up next to each other and several appeared to be lying on top of other gnomes. It resembled a battlefield, post-battle.
“Where on earth is she?” muttered Myrtle. Luella was small, but she shouldn’t disappear amid a herd of gnomes. Myrtle reached back and opened the kitchen door wide, allowing the light from the room to illuminate the outdoors.
And that was when she saw Luella lying on top of the gnomes.
