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Ben welcomed Molly at the door of La Baraque. She smelled dinner on the stove. “You’ve done it again, chérie, though I must say I don’t see how.”
“Embarrassed myself, that’s what I’ve done,” she said, throwing off her coat and going to stand in front of the woodstove. “I should never have gone to see Chantal, I wasn’t ready. She asked some straightforward questions, I started answering them…and my whole theory fell apart like a saggy balloon. I hope she forgives me for wasting her time.” Molly was glum. “Pour me a kir, will you? Or six.”
“What happened? From your text I thought you were minutes from an arrest.”
“So did I. I just…just got a little carried away, and leapt over a few gaps. I thought I had Fletcher Barstow nailed for the Bisset robbery, but apparently that’s totally wr
