Chapter 9Once all my tasks were completed, I pulled up in front of the Paddington estate at five minutes to noon. What does one wear when you plan to secretly grill the loving family of a woman who'd been murdered, but you aren't a detective? I'd settled on traditional clothing by choosing a pair of tan corduroys, a classic single-breasted blue blazer, and open-collared white dress shirt. If it weren't for the Paddingtons, I might have chosen something more comfortable like jeans and a t-shirt, but I wasn't completely clueless as to the need to impress a potential killer. Or should I have looked sloppy, so the perp ignored me? This new secret job of mine was more cumbersome and baffling than necessary.
Bertha led me to a new room I hadn't been in before. We turned left at the Great Hall a
