Chapter Eighty Five: The Pregnant Wedding

Myrtle looked at her reflection in the mirror; Pete had told her last night that she was looking positively radiant. She had come to love her job although it was filled very recently with the most gruesome of details. The murders that had happened at the governor's house was going to remain a mystery for a while; whoever had done that job had taken the utmost care not to leave any prints or evidence behind.

She turned to her maid who was behind her and said, "Mary, am I glowing differently these days?"

"Oh yes, it's like you're pregnant with joy," Mary responded.

"Pregnant?" Myrtle turned to look at her maid alarmed.

"Miss you have nothing to worry about it's just one of those expressions people use," a confused Mary said.

"Of course, I don't even know why I am... What month is this?" asked Myrtle.

"It's mid spring, why?"