50The next night was Saturday, just over two weeks since the Valettes’ ill-fated dinner party. Molly spent the afternoon taking a long walk with Bobo into the deep forest to the north of Castillac. She needed to clear her head of visions of bad mothers and children in pain, of the agony of mental illness, of death. Of course it went a long way to have caught the murderer and gotten a confession out of him, but even so, it did Molly’s heart good to see Bobo joyful as only a dog can be, bounding ahead and circling back to check on her, lapping furiously at streams and only occasionally barking when high spirits overtook her.
It was starting to get dark sooner, right on the cusp of October. Some people dreaded the dark winter months, but this year, Molly looked forward to plenty of quiet tim
