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On most Sunday mornings, when they were not on a case, Molly and Ben lazed around La Baraque, made the kind of meal that takes time and patience, and simply lived in the moment without worrying about household chores. That particular Sunday, however, there was still a slight frost in the air—inside the house—and without eating anything, Ben took off for Bergerac to talk to Claude Blanchon, Petit’s longtime neighbor.
“I realize that asking for an interview on Sunday morning, of all times, is terribly rude,” Ben said as Claude ushered him inside.
“No, no, please don’t give it a thought,” the older man said. “I haven’t been to mass in years, my wife passed away over a decade ago…I’m afraid I’ve reached that time in life where a police interview is something to look forward to.” His eyes
