Chapter ThirtyMolly stayed up late Sunday night, reading through the Boutillier file for the fourth or fifth time, and when Bobo began barking on Monday morning she was still fast asleep, and it took some minutes for her to claw her way to consciousness and remember who and where she was.
Someone was knocking on the door, and she threw on some clothes and went to answer it.
“Bonjour, Pierre! Come on in. You don’t mind if I make some coffee?”
“Not at all, Molly. I just dropped by on my way to another job to see if the roof repair has held up?”
“Well,” said Molly, thinking. “The pigeonnier is rented at the moment so I haven’t been inside in nearly a week. But I’ve heard no complaints from the guests, so that’s good.”
“Indeed,” said Pierre. “I’m happy to hear it.”
“Although it hasn’t ra
