Page 6 of Backwater Justice

“Oh, I am happy to hear that.” Now Myra was going to start grilling her friend’s wife.

“When did this happen?”

“Two days ago.”

“Where was he?”

“In his study. Oliver found him first. Then Ruby, our housekeeper, ran in after she heard Mill fall.”

“How long do you think he’ll be in the hospital?”

“They’re not sure. They’re running tests.”

Myra hesitated, waiting for more information.

“Myra, he asked for you.”

“Oh?” Myra was still in suspense.

“Yes. He asked that I phone you and let you know.”

“I appreciate it, Patricia. Is there anything I can do?”

“Not until we know more, I suppose.” Patricia hesitated.

“Please keep me posted,” Myra said, “and give him my best.”

“I shall. Take care. Bye-bye.” Patricia ended the call.

Myra held the phone in her hand for a moment before she placed it back in its cradle.

By now, Charles had his hands free and approached her. “What is it, love?”

“My friend Mill from Oregon. He had a heart attack.”

“Will he be alright?”

“I’m not sure.” Myra was pensive.

“When was the last time you spoke to him?” Charles asked.

“Two weeks ago, when that girl went missing.”

“Right. It was on the telly.”

“Yes. He offered a reward.”

“Whatever came of it?” Charles asked.

“Nothing, I’m afraid.” Myra had a look on her face that Charles immediately recognized.

“You want to go to Oregon.” Charles stated the obvious.

She turned to him. “I do.”

“Right.” Charles turned the oven off. “Come.” He gestured for her to sit with him at the long wooden table. He took both her hands into his. “I know when your wheels are turning, love.”

“Something doesn’t seem right. I realize a heart attack at seventy-five isn’t unusual, but it’s the missing girl part of it.”

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