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"Old"

"Pardon?"

" ‘Old’ was the nicknaht ‘Old son,’ his father would say I wonder what becae called Three Pines, s we learn froht ent Morin "Did your father teach you an instruht h Outremont and onto Mont Royal, and he’d recite poetry I’d repeat it Not well,to me, but I remembered it all, every word Only later did I realize what it meant"

"And what did it mean?"

"It meant the world," said Gamache "My father died when I was nine"

Morin paused "I’ my father, even now It must have been terrible"

"It was"

"And your mother? It must have been awful for her"

"She died too It was a car accident"

"I’e ent was all alone, tied to a hard chair, strapped to a bo down Six hours and twenty-three minutes left

And on Gaes fro leads

It was clear now the young agent wasn’t being held at the La Grande daent Nichol and Inspector Beauvoir couldn’t pick up the sounds of the massive turbines But they could pick up other sounds Trains Soer Planes overhead

Agent Nichol stripped back layer after layer of sound Isolating bits and pieces

We can’t trace the call because it’s ee had said

What does thaton a teleco up here and there That’s why he seems to be everywhere at once