Myrna said. “Probably came here to vandalize her store or leave a dead rat on the premises in order to frighten her. Good thing he dropped dead when he did.” Slade stopped at the desk and scooped up a stack of printouts. “It was convenient.” Myrna started to say something else but she got distracted by Rex, who came bouncing down the hall from the direction of the break room. “Oh, good,” Myrna said. “Looks like he finished the rest of today’s loaf of Thelma’s zucchini bread.” “You gave him some more?” Slade asked. “It’s either that or I start dumping the bread off the cliff at Lighthouse Point. No human being could possibly eat as much zucchini bread as Thelma is making this year. She had a bumper crop of zucchini, enough to go into commercial production.” Rex vaulted up onto Myrna’s desk and chortled a greeting.
