28“I thought you would be thrilled,” said Molly, mixing lettuce with a mustardy salad dressing as she put the final touches on lunch for her and Ben.
“Who said I’m not thrilled?”
“You didn’t c***k so much as a smile.”
“I suppose my mind had already run ahead and gone around the bend in the road.”
“Which road is that?”
“The road lined with the ever-growing list of suspects in the case, and the huge amount of legwork we need to put in before we can hope to get anywhere at all. Of course I’m very pleased, just anxious to get at it.”
“Now you’re talking my language. What’s the list look like so far, in your opinion? The chicken’s ready, would you scrape the rice into a bowl and set it on the table? And bring the drinks.”
Ben came around the side of the kitchen counter, kissing Molly on
