46She was missing half of what she needed to know, Molly was quite clear on that. All she had was a shred, a thread, a barely visible filament connecting the murderer to the victim.
But it was there. A whole lot better than nothing. And Molly was going to have to make it pay off somehow.
She rang the bell at Dr. Vernay’s office, and as usual, Robinette answered the door quickly.
“Bonjour, Molly! You look a bit agitated, may I get you a cup of tea?”
“I’m fine, Robinette. I’d like to speak to Gérard, please.”
“He’s with a patient at the moment.”
Molly came inside and the two women looked at each other for a moment before Molly’s attention sailed off and she was lost in thought.
After ten minutes, Robinette touched Molly on the elbow. “Molly?” she said, gently. “You’re a million miles
