26With some trepidation, Odile Dupont pulled her late-model Peugeot into the driveway of La Baraque. After parking, she checked her makeup in the mirror on the underside of the sun-visor, and got out of the car. A large pile of pulled weeds stood wilting in the sun by the front flower border, and the well-dressed woman scowled at it, never being one to tolerate any sort of messiness at her own house. Nervously she twisted a ring on her right hand, an understated but beautifully cut sapphire flanked by diamonds.
Molly answered the knock quickly. The two redheads looked at each other for a moment in surprise.
“Bonjour?” Molly said at last.
Odile jerked her head. “Oh! I’m sorry, bonjour madame, I am Odile Dupont. Former wife of Maxime Coulon?”
“Nice to meet you. Molly Sutton.” She held ou
