33Ben waited for Molly in front of Chez Papa. He was not surprised that the market took longer than expected—in June, it almost always did, because the entire village was there and conversations could get long—and Ben chatted with numerous friends before he saw an over-caffeinated Molly striding along, swinging her straw bag along with a big white paper bag from Pâtisserie Bujold.
They kissed cheeks, and then lips, both smiling and happy to see the other.
“Uff, it took forever,” said Molly. “I talked to about ten people, but I only got two little scraps that might be useful to the case. Wish we’d found something in the house.”
“Same. Maron and the rest were thorough, I guess. What are the little scraps?”
“Well, I ran into the guy who drives the ambulance, I forget his name but I met hi
