22“Okay, so tell me everything you know about him,” Molly said to Ben, who had come over to La Baraque after a day walking around the village talking to people, just like he had in the old days when he was chief at the gendarmerie. “I can’t believe someone killed the mayor. This is so crass to say, but I know you’ll understand: this could be a seriously juicy case, don’t you think?” Molly’s eyes were bright and she couldn’t help grinning.
“Could be. Can’t say this early. And I don’t have to remind you that we have zero business sticking our noses into it.”
“But we will anyway, right?” said Molly, crestfallen.
Ben shrugged. “Maybe Maron will ask for our help, but honestly, he’s not going to want to. It doesn’t look good, the chief running to the American gîte owner and former chief for h
