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capable of killing
anyone,” I said confidently.
    “What about you?” Griffin asked.
    I looked at him. “Me, you’re going to ask me if I killed
him.”
    “The man was sexually harassing you in a job you loved. Jobs
are scarce these days. You needed the money and you yourself said the marriage
was a mess. You would be doing Adele Wesson a favor.”
    “Yes, because killing unwanted spouses is just another
service I provide for my clients, along with diary scheduling and dry-cleaning
runs.” I said sarcastically.
    “Okay so if neither you nor Adele Wesson killed Eric.” He
peered at me and I returned the look with what I hoped was an expression that
told him what I thought of that theory. “Then who else would want to?”
    “Take your pick, former staff members of Adele’s, angry
husbands, irate fathers, every woman he had ever come across. The man was
physically incapable of keeping it in his pants. He was almost a caricature of
the worst that women think of men. For the last two weeks he had hassled me
constantly. I have never seen a man work so hard to get into the pants of a
woman he had absolutely no interest in, outside of irritating his wife. It
seemed the more that Adele liked having me working for her, the more effort he
put into it. That being said, if he closed his eyes there is no way that he
would be able to describe what I looked like.”
    “Do you often get that problem?” asked Griffin.
    “What problem?” I replied.
    “Sexually harassed at work.”
    “Like I said Monique gets the difficult jobs and out of
those difficult jobs you have the ones that border on painful. I have proved to
Monique that I can handle those jobs. I find them challenging and I get paid
very well for them. In answer to your question as to whether I was afraid of
losing the job here, Monique has a waiting list of clients who she would be
happy to pass me to. Last night I was actually considering quitting from this
job because I was finding Eric’s attention more insistent than I had
anticipated. I assumed he would give up way before now but he was getting more
persistent with each rejection.”
    “Thought of giving in?” he asked
    “No, I can definitely say that I was not interested in
giving in to him. The more I knew him, the less attractive he became. He was
like a petulant child that wasn’t getting what he wanted. Everything else being
equal, he was definitely not my type.”
    “Really, so what is your type?” asked Griffin leaning back
against a wall.
    “I’ll know him when I see him” I said, definitely not
wanting to get into this with him.
    “Once I’d been through all the rooms and determined nobody
was here, I went up to Adele’s bedroom” I said changing the subject hurriedly.
    Griffin followed me towards the back of the house where the
bedrooms were. Opening the door I was relieved to see the room was relatively
untouched by the police. Everything seemed to be in its place, exactly as it
always was. The bed was immaculately made and at that I stopped.
    “The bed looks wrong” I said.
    “Why, what’s wrong with it? Looks like it’s fine to me.”
    “Yes, it looks perfect, that’s what’s wrong. I made this bed
yesterday.”
    “You made the bed” Griffin said slowly.
    “Yes, I made the bed. The housekeeper that Adele has doesn’t
live on the property, she comes in about the same time that I do. One of her
jobs is making the bed. She didn’t come in yesterday. One of her kids came down
with chickenpox and had to stay home from school, so she called and we expected
not to see her for a week. Adele is useless at all kinds of housework,
especially at the moment when she’s in the middle of writing. Inspiration hits
and she forgets everything else. I even have to stop her to eat and take
bathroom breaks. With the housekeeper not being here for a week, I helped out
yesterday with those things that she would normally do, including making
Adele’s bed. That is not the way I made Adele’s