Chapter Forty-FourMolly kept the scooter running while she waited anxiously for Dufort to show up at the south intersection. Where on earth is Ben, she thought, pulling out her phone but resisting the urge to call. She craned her neck to see down both streets that led out of the village, hoping to see his dented green Renault appear.
Waiting was agony. She was dying to get to the farm and have a look around. Maybe Labiche would be busy and she could sneak off and have a real look around. She didn’t remember noticing on her first visit, but probably the farm had numerous outbuildings, the perfect place to keep someone hidden.
Molly felt supercharged, as though she needed to move, needed speed. Her mind flicked quickly through various scenarios and images like a slide projector on steroids
