Chapter Thirty-FourMolly was lying in bed listening to Wesley Addison clomp around over her head, delaying getting up in the fruitless hope that he would leave La Baraque for the day and give her some peace. Her window was open and the racket of birds was astonishingly loud. A fresh breeze stirred the curtains. Bobo was outside performing her post-dawn patrol of the grounds, the De Groots had not been spotted in three days, and she had finally gotten a booking for the cottage—another family for two weeks—and would be able to pay off Pierre Gault and stop worrying about the electric bill.
Everything at La Baraque was as it should be…except, of course, for the continually nagging problem of Valerie Boutillier.
She was expecting Ben to come by for a planning session and so she gave up on av
