20Lapin? Lapin?! No.
Thérèse Perrault had known Lapin Broussard since she was a baby. Everyone in Castillac knew Lapin. Because he was friendly, a mec who liked to socialize more than anything, who knew all the latest gossip because in the course of his junk collecting, he was up in everyone’s private business, and he delighted in passing on what he saw and heard.
Really, if someone was going to get killed, Thérèse thought it more likely to be Lapin, not at the hands of Lapin.
Of course she didn’t approve of the way he pawed the women he came in contact with (or hoped to come in contact with, she thought wryly). Of course she’d seen him behave like a total creep, no doubt about it, and it wasn’t infrequent behavior either.
But that didn’t make him an abductor. A possible murderer.
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