At Greener Pastures Retirement Home, leisure time can prove perilous.
When psychic (and hubcap retailer) Wanda Alewine pays a late-night visit to Myrtle Clover, she urges the octogenarian sleuth to head straight to Greener Pastures Retirement Home. But Wanda doesn't want Myrtle to consider the Home's dubious amenities–she wants Myrtle to prevent a murder seen in a vision.
Reluctant Myrtle investigates with sidekick Miles, who seems a lot more interested in Greener Pastures than she is. As the duo digs, they uncover more than just Sudoku and Scrabble—they discover a sinister undercurrent… with murder as its outcome.
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Chapter One
“Hello, Myrtle,” said Miles calmly opening his front door.
Miles wore his customary plaid pajamas, slippers, and navy-blue bathrobe. His silver hair was neatly combed. Myrtle patted her own poof of gray hair and found that it appeared to be standing on end like Einstein’s. She impatiently smoothed it down.
“Hi, Miles,” said Myrtle. It was three forty-five in the morning, but somehow Miles didn’t seem at all surprised to see her there. But then, Miles frequently seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to Myrtle’s nocturnal visits.
Myrtle, dressed in her oldest and warmest robe, socks, and slippers, and bearing a cane, walked into Miles’s tidy kitchen. It was a bachelor’s kitchen with sensible pull-down shades in the windows, a sturdy wooden table and chairs that seated four, and appliances meant to cut his cooking time considerably. He had set out a carafe of coffee, cream, sugar, and two coffee cups. There was also a small platter of what appeared to be homemade cookies on the table, alongside two plates. Myrtle looked suspiciously at the cookies, not wanting to believe them homemade since her own efforts at cookies had recently gone very poorly. But they appeared to be genuine.
“Sure of yourself, weren’t you?” asked Myrtle. “Confident that I was visiting tonight?”
Miles shrugged. “I hoped you were coming to help me pass the time. I haven’t slept much this week. I didn’t get around to watching the last episode of Tomorrow’s Promise and thought we could have a snack and watch it if you came over.”
Myrtle squinted at the cookies again. “Not getting domesticated, are you?”
Miles considered this thoughtfully. “I’m baking. I believe I must be bored.”
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