25The next day, Maron and Monsour went to the Barbeau farm together, no one having been home when Maron had gone out there the day before. Maron climbed into the car with a sigh, not at all looking forward to the long drive with his junior officer.
“I’d been looking through the old files, trying to find something to work on. But I guess poor Elizabeth Martin will just have to wait,” said Monsour, fussily adjusting his seatbelt.
“I guess so.” Maron jerked the car into reverse and screeched the tires just a bit as he accelerated forward. He would have found an excuse not to bring Monsour but he wanted to talk to Josette alone, and would need Monsour to keep the mother busy.
“So, is the housemaid a suspect? Josette, is that right?”
“Josette, yeah. We’re only a day into the investigation,
