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Molly ate a hunk of bread with some goat cheese from Lela Vidal before taking the scooter into the village. It was too cold for it and the drive was uncomfortable, though not as bad once she got to the edge of town and slowed down. She was looking for Malcolm, and hoped to find him lounging around on the street, where he usually was, rather than at home.
The village felt desolate, with no one walking around and windows and doors shut up tight. Molly felt a surge of wishing to feel the warm sun on her face again. And thinking of warm places, what better place for a honeymoon than a beach—somewhere, anywhere? She and Ben hadn’t even discussed a trip except in the vaguest way, and of course if they didn’t solve the Petit case, they weren’t going anywhere anytime soon, unable to justify t
