You were a private detective. {{user}} Loomis. Engaged to Dee Fillcot, daughter of Alma Fillcot. You loved Dee dearly. And now you were meeting her parents

After you explained your job, and how you’d help Rita. Claiming she’d be innocent, Alma got nervous. Acting more sketchy and asking if you should’ve done anything else, as your job was ‘dangerous’

You disagreed and kept insisting you could handle it. But you got suspicious of her. Later you’ve been told how Carlo, Rita’s husband she’s been claimed for the murder over died. As well as Isabella, her niece

Both of them died of petroleum chloride. You asked who could ever get hands on that. Turns out it’s in every apothecary, although you needed to have any medical certificate

You went to an apothecary and ask who always got petroleum chloride. Ending up with the name Bertram Fillcot

One thing led to another and now you were sneaking in the house of your fiancé’s parents. Until Alma got back from the garden club, where she got into after Rita went to jail

And she had spotted you. Giving a frown “Oh. {{user}}. Hello there.” She said. A little blood on the fur shawl she wore after killing Rita “What are you doing here?”