45Back at La Baraque, Ben was doing some thinking of his own. The events of the day before had clarified some things for him, and as he stood at the window looking out at the meadow, the memory of seeing Molly being dragged through the grass replaying over and over, he nodded slowly to himself.
The doorbell rang and he took the delivery for the wedding food and put it away. The wine and liquor delivery arrived soon after. He kept glancing outside, listening out for Molly, but there was no sign of her.
Wesley Addison came down and made himself tea, and Ben brought him up to date, thanking him profusely. “If you hadn’t told me to go that instant…” he said, his English quite good, since he was feeling the memory so strongly he forgot to worry about grammar.
“I am only glad I could help,” s
