Chapter Twenty-SixMolly had taken a shower and put on clean, if not very fashionable, clothes. She was pouring herself that kir when she heard a creaking sound coming from the front yard that she guessed was Constance’s bicycle.
“Salut, Constance!” she called as the front door opened, and got out another glass.
“Molls! How are you? I hear you’re working on a new case.”
“What?” said Molly, putting down the bottle of crème de cassis. “How do you know about that?”
“Couldn’t get any details though. What’s going on? Don’t tell you me discovered another body!” Constance hooted as though Molly’s propensity for stumbling across dead bodies was hilarious.
“First of all, not funny, and second of all, is there any privacy in this village at all? Does everyone have spy-cams running 24/7 or what?
