282005Lawrence parked on the road, at the end of a long line of cars. “I’d say our timing is perfect. Never want to be among the first.”
“No,” Molly agreed. She took Lawrence’s arm to steady herself, her heels threatening to turn her ankles on the uneven side of the road. “Do you really think he’ll be here?” she said in a low voice.
“Rémy? Almost certainly.”
“No no, I mean…the person who took Amy.”
Lawrence pressed his lips together and shrugged. “I was just messing around before,” he said. “I make fun because I don’t know what else to do. Of course it’s highly unlikely we’ll have any sort of Grand Unveiling of the Murderer, like we’re living in the middle of Agatha Christie-ville. But still…I would say, all kidding aside, that it is likely that someone here knows something. Is that va
