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Bury Your Dead Louise Penny 14980K 2023-08-31

"Why did Olivier ainst the thrashing explosions, the bursts of light, the people crowding all around, shoving and shrieking

Across the abandoned factory he saw Jean-Guy Beauvoir fall, hit He saw the gun, in a place that was supposed to be almost undefended

He’d made a mistake A terrible, terrible , Saturday, Ga snow up rue Ste-Ursule for breakfast at Le Petit Coin Latin Waiting for his omelette, a bowl of café au lait in front of him, he read the weekend papers and watched the revelers head to the creperies along rue St-Jean It was fun to be both a part of it and apart from it, warm and toasty in the bistro just off the beaten track with Henri at his side

After reading Le Soleil and Le Devoir he folded the newspapers and once again took out his correspondence froe, voluble, quiteon the long, polished wooden counter, writing The fieldstone fireplaces at either end of the beaht and warmth and welcome

And even in Gabri’s private censure of the Chief Inspector there was always kindness, concern

Gaer and al else, he felt the man’s conviction

Olivier didn’t do it Gabri repeated it over and over in each letter, as though with repetition it would be true

Why would hethe paper, and he stared out the , then he picked up his cell phone and made a call

After breakfast he cli left, Gamache made his way to the Literary and Historical Society Every now and then he stepped into a snow bank to let falide by Kids rapped and bound, ainst a bitterly cold Québec winter and heading for Bonhorave; sucre with its wars of Carnaval were for university students, drunk and partying but the bright days were for children

Once again Gamache marveled at the beauty of this old city with its narroinding streets, the stone buildings, theinto an ancient European town But Quebec City was more than an attractive anachronisracious city that had changed handsmore heavily now, but without ical in the winter, with the snow, and the lights, the horse-drawn cal&egrave;ches, the people wrapped brightly against the cold<ins class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>