39Alphonse came out from the kitchen, gave Molly a kiss on both cheeks and a big hug. “Lunch is on me,” he said, wiping a tear from his eye. “I hear you solved the murder and I can’t tell you how grateful I am.”
Molly’s eyes widened. “How did you hear that already? I just left the police station five minutes ago!”
Alphonse’s eyes twinkled. “We have our ways, Molly. Now come, sit at the bar and tell us your story. Nico, pour her a kir.”
Molly smiled half-heartedly. “I don’t know that it’s time to celebrate,” she said. “As I’m sure you know, since you people always seem to know everything—Vincent has fled. No one knows where he is.”
“The innocent do not run,” said Alphonse, shaking his big head.
“Not usually. Dufort wasn’t telling me the details, but I got the impression he may have sol
