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"He wasn’t alone," Nor in and out as he raced through the ent"

It didn’t take a hoent shot, the other ravely wounded in so, that’s what Beauvoir was thinking

"Who’s the other agent?"

"Morin One of yours He’s on loan to us for the week I’m sorry"

"Paul Morin?"

"Oui"

"He’s still alive," said Beauvoir, and felt the relief "He’s on the phone with the Chief Inspector"

"Oh, thank God for that Where is he?"

"I don’t know"

Ga in response to what he’d heard fro

"Agent Morin? What is it?"

"Chief?" The voice sounded hollow, tentative "I’m sorry Did you find--"

"Is this Chief Inspector Gaed hands

"Who is this?" the Chief deet a trace andrecorded

"I can’t tell you" The voice sounded ed, with a thick country accent A backwoods voice Gamache had to strain to understand the words

"I didn’t ot scared" And theto near hysterics

"Easy, softly Calm down Tell me what this is about"

But in the pit of his stoent athe detachment the day before, to fill in for a week Morin was the ent

At least he was alive