9That night Molly tried to convince Ben to join her at Chez Papa. “Come on, won’t you come with me? It’s more fun when you’re there. Plus you know more people and can find out stuff I won’t be able to.”
“Not only is Iris not my case,” said Ben. “We haven’t even heard the coroner’s report. The fall may well have been an accident.” Ben walked to the refrigerator and opened it. “I certainly hope it was. What is this obsession you have with lemonade?”
“Nice try. I don’t get distracted that easily.”
“I mean, I like lemonade well enough. Everyone likes lemonade. But for me it is better as an occasional thing. Although perhaps I will splash a little into a glass of Prosecco.”
“Do people think you’re a traitor, a Frenchman drinking Italian wine?”
“Depends on whom you ask. Would you like one?”
