“Okay,” said Myrtle. “That worked. But I don’t think I can trick anyone else into coming by to visit. I’m going to have to go out and about—go by Fit Life, nose around and listen for some scuttlebutt. I’m starting to worry that Red and the state police are getting ahead of me in the investigation. After all, they get all the forensic information and all that stuff. I’d like to send them off on a wild goose chase. Something just to get them off the scent. Maybe it’ll give them something else to think about while I solve the case.” “And why are you solving cases again? I keep forgetting,” said Miles in a weary voice. “Right now why am I doing it? Because Red keeps trying to mess in my business. So let’s let him see how it feels!” said Myrtle, vigorously rocking the rocking chair. “What kind of a red herring are you sending them off on?” asked Miles. “I need to have Red think they’re finding out something I don’t want them to know. Otherwise, they won’t do a thing about it.
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