31Molly got home from Chez Papa exhausted. It was far earlier than her usual bedtime but she fell gratefully into bed and fast asleep, so that when the sirens went past la Baraque they woke her out of a deep slumber. At first she thought she was back in Boston where sirens were commonplace; she nearly rolled over and went back to sleep. But as consciousness developed and she grasped that she was in a place where sirens hardly ever blared, she bolted out of bed and texted Lawrence, who so often seemed to know what was happening almost before it happened.
“No idea,” he texted back.
It was not yet midnight. She texted Ben; he didn’t know what had got the gendarmes out either. Molly couldn’t help wishing sometimes that he was still Chief, with all the inside information and authority that ca
