23“It’s sort of a lust poem, if there’s such a thing. But still pretty romantic in a way, don’t you think?” said Molly to Ben as they had breakfast at the Café de la Place. Ben’s hair was still damp from the shower after his morning run, but the exercise had apparently not done much to relax him.
“I don’t care how you characterize it, that doesn’t change the fact that you stole something from that office,” said Ben. Molly waited for him to smile but he did not. “I thought you said you had made something of a career out of watching American crime shows. Didn’t you learn that evidence gained through illegal means is ruined? Inadmissible?”
Molly was chastened but did not want to admit it. “Listen. If I hadn’t gotten my mitts on this poem, we still wouldn’t know that Iris’s lover was 99% for
