“Ye’re tae come with us,” the inspector demanded by way of a greeting. “Constable Elliott will stay with ye while ye change intae something more appropriate. I’ll be waiting in the breakfast room.” The smile on her face faded. “Is something the matter?” she called after his retreating back. Then to me, “He isn’t at his best in the morning, is he?” An astute observation on her part. I’ve been on the receiving end of his snarly morning disposition several times, and it wasn’t pleasant, even when he wasn’t gunning for me as he was Janet. “Let’s not annoy him further,” I suggested, glad that she’d already applied her heavy-handed makeup beforehand. Otherwise we would have taken much longer than it ended up taking. And since the man she’d set her sights on was involved, she hurried without any prodding from me. “What’s the fuss about?” she asked as she changed.
