22The Bennetts climbed out of Vincent’s taxi as though underwater, their limbs under pressure. They moved so slowly that Molly’s impatience surged, and she wondered if they would ever get all the way out and close the door. Quickly she paid Vincent and went up the steps to the station, feeling all the anxiety the Bennetts had displaced with tranquilizers as though it had been deflected off them and leapt onto her.
Chief Dufort was just inside the door.
“Mr. and Mrs. Bennett? Chief Benjamin Dufort. I am pleased to make your acquaintance,” he said, shaking Marshall’s limp hand. He turned to Molly, “And thank you for this help taking the parents of Amy here,” he said, and then winced. Turning back to the Bennetts he gestured to his office, then back to Molly. “By any chance do you have some
