From the author: Myrtle slipped the cops -- but it's daytime, and Dan is chained to his bed! Oops.
Denny’s slowly filled with customers and Myrtle reluctantly started looking through the photos. She gingerly separated out all the ones taken in the school basement and put them on the other side of the pillow in its case. It was a lousy file divider, but it was what she had. Every time a waiter came close she flinched. If anyone saw what she was looking at!
The terror should have made time pass more quickly. It didn’t. Smile at the waiter, no, just coffee. Apologize but no, she wouldn’t like...