15Sunday morning at La Baraque. Ben and Molly were enjoying a hearty breakfast on the terrace when someone rapped on the door and Bobo began barking wildly.
They exchanged glances, neither of them expecting anyone.
“Bonjour, Monsieur Valette!” said Ben, opening the door wide and allowing himself the faintest hope that the man had come to hire them to solve the nanny’s murder.
“Please, call me Simon,” he said.
“Bonjour, Simon,” said Molly. “Please excuse the house, we’ve been a bit slothy of late.”
Simon waved her excuse away. “I’m the one who’s sorry, for barging in on a Sunday morning when people should be allowed a civilized breakfast in peace. I’ve come to talk to you about something of importance, something that would require your immediate attention, if you are so inclined.”
Mol
