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‘Know it? Know it? How can you?’ Francoeur shot to his feet, leaning over Ga to you A waste of tihts, you have sentiments’

A few chuckles were heard

‘I have both, Superintendent,’ said Gamache Francoeur towered above him, one hand on the back of Gah to iant,’ Francoeur yelled ‘You’re the worst sort of officer Full of yourself You’ve created your own little ars People who’ll worship you The rest of us choose the best of the police grads for the Sûreté, you deliberately choose the worst You’re a dangerous ’

Ga Francoeur to back away

‘My teaated They’re brilliant and dedicated and courageous You set yourself up as judge and you toss out those who don’t confore and seeing value in it’

‘Even Agent Nichol?’ Francoeur had lowered his voice and now the rest had to strain to hear the words, but not Gaent Nichol,’ he said, staring into the cold, hard eyes

‘You tossed her back once as I remember,’ said Francoeur, his voice almost a hiss ‘Fired her and she landed in my division Narcotics She took to it’

‘Then why send her back to me?’ Gamache asked

‘What is it you like to say, Chief Inspector? There’s a reason for everything Very deep There’s a reason for everything, Gaure it out Now I have a question for you’ His voice lowered even further ‘What was in that envelope you were passing so secretively to your son? Daniel’s his nanant?’

Now no one else in the room could hear, the words were spoken so softly Gaest impression Francoeur hadn’t even spoken out loud, but had inserted the, intended to wound and warn

He inhaled sharply and tried to contain hi, wretched face