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bed. I am not that much of a
perfectionist, I mean seriously, look at those corners” I marveled.
    “They look fine to me” Griffin said, “That’s how I do my
corners.”
    “I am not critiquing the way the bed was made, I am saying I
made it yesterday morning, but not like that. Between then and now someone else
made the bed. Why would anyone do that?”
    “Good question” said Griffin. “I don’t think the crime scene
techs did this room. Might be a good idea to get them back in here to have a look
to see if they find something. Anything else look out of place?”
    “Not that I can see” I said. “It all looks pretty much the
same as it did yesterday when I was in here, other than the bed.”
    “I want you to have a look at Eric’s bedroom now” Griffin
said.
    “No point” I said. “This morning was the first time I went
into the bedroom, and that was just because I couldn’t find Adele anywhere else
in the house. My instincts were screaming at me that something was very wrong,
I wouldn’t have any idea what Eric’s room was supposed to look like.”
    “Really, you’ve never been in that room?” Griffin asked.
    “Nope, avoided it like the plague” I said cheerfully. “Considering
the way Eric had been acting, that was one risk I was not willing to take.”
    “Did you see anything this morning that looked out of
place?”
    “Besides Adele actually having spent the night in his room,
no.”
    “Okay” said Griffin, “is there anything else that you wish
to tell me about that could help with this investigation.”
    “You still think I’m keeping something from you?” I asked.
    “Not exactly” he said, at least having the good grace to
look embarrassed, “just sometimes things will come back to you at the strangest
times. I need to know that you will give me that information.”
    “I don’t deliberately set out to make your life difficult” I
said.
    “Yet you do it so well” Griffin said with just a touch of
sarcasm.

Chapter Six
    As Griffin drove me home I kept going over everything that I
had seen during the day. I wasn’t concentrating on the road and when he parked
I looked around.
    “This isn’t my place” I said. “What are we doing here?”
    “Having dinner” Griffin said.
    “Having dinner” I repeated, “like a date?”
    “Sure, like a date” he said.
    “According to my admittedly limited understanding of
American courting culture, a date generally involves somebody being asked. I
wasn’t asked so I believe this may constitute a kidnapping, not a date.”
    Griffin looked at me sourly. “Look, it’s late, I’m booked
for dinner with my dad and I don’t have time to take you home and then come
back here” he said as he got out of the car.
    “Well don’t I just feel special” I grumbled as I followed
him.
    Standing at the door I almost choked when Griffin knocked.
    “You’re knocking at your father’s door” I said scandalized.
    “It isn’t my house, I’m not just going to walk in. Don’t
tell me, you would.”
    “I have keys to my parent’s house. My grandparents once went
out to get groceries and came back to find me fast asleep on their couch. They
live five hours away from my parent’s home, but I had a free day and wanted to
see them.”
    “Wasn’t the door locked?” Griffin asked.
    “Farm in the middle of nowhere, people who grew up in a
simpler time.” I shrugged. “The door was never locked.”
    At that point the door opened.
    “Hi Dad” said Griffin, “this is Trudie. Trudie this is my
dad Lee.”
    “You’re early” the man at the door said and then turned
around and walked back in the house.
    “Early” I repeated, “you could have taken me home.”
    “I just wanted to prolong the joy of being in your company”
Griffin said sarcastically.
    “Careful” I said as I followed the older man into the house with
Griffin trailing behind me. “I might just get the idea that you like me.”
    Dinner with the Griffin men was an