45Molly was having a kir after a long day of frustration and lack of progress. She sat at her desk, surfing the internet with a vengeance. Questions abounded: why had Violette chosen to apply to L’Institut Degas, of all places? Had being rejected been a terrible experience, worse than usual somehow, and did it have anything to do with her death? Was Marie-Claire involved? Molly read through pages of Violette’s f*******: posts, and though she was beginning to feel that she knew the young woman a little bit, she could find nothing about the art school or anything the least bit suspicious.
She leaned back in her chair and looked out the window. Maybe she should go back to running her gîte business and gardening, and give up this whole private investigator foolishness. Clearly, with those ear
