48On her way back to the station, Chief Charlot looked through the big window at Chez Papa and saw Molly and Ben sitting at the bar. Though she had never wavered in her opinion that the pair should not have accepted the job investigating the murder when they had been guests at the Valettes that terrible night, the chief admitted to herself that she was stuck.
Terribly stuck, which was a painful situation to be in, at a new posting, her job insecure, where everyone in the village and the national gendarmerie would be judging her every move.
And what a crazy place Castillac was turning out to be: a junk dealer who fled the scene, didn’t turn up for over ten days, and as far as she could tell, had no connection to the case whatsoever. A pâtissier who screamed like a baby when the lights wen
