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Beauvoir paused He’d seen Ga in the suspect then letting hi it subtly, carefully, delicately, without the suspect even realizing it Doing it steadily, without hesitation

It would be terrifying for theAnd that terror hat the Chief counted on To wear the person down, to grind the stomach, and patience

Beauvoir had never appreciated how difficult this was To present the facts in such a way so that theBut not too soon as to be able to wiggle away, and not too late to have tiht back

No, the point was to wear the ive him the impression he wasn’t a suspect, souard was down

And do that, over and over Relentlessly

It was exhausting Like landing a huge fish, only one that could eat the boat

And now Beauvoir ain, for the last time For the kill

"The truth, for we know it now, is that the treasure played a role It was the catalyst But what drove the final bloasn’t greed for a treasure lost but for so more personal, more valuable even than treasure This wasn’t about the loss of faht?"

And Beauvoir turned to the murderer

The killer stood and everyone in the room stared, bewildered

"He killed my father," said Old Mundin

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