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The storm blew in to Quebec City a few hours later and by two in thesnow Highere closed as visibility fell to zero in white-out conditions

In the garret of the old stone ho at the bea Henri, on the floor beside hi the s

Quietly, Ga across the narrow street and could just barely ht all but blotted out by the driving snow

Dressing quickly, he tiptoed down the stairs Behind hi of Henri’s nails on the old wooden steps Putting on his boots, parka, toque, heavyscarf around his neck Gamache bent down and petted Henri

"You don’t have to come, you know"

But Henri didn’t know It wasn’t a

Out they went, Ga as the wind hit his face and took away his breath Then he turned his back and felt it shoving hiht, this was aloud, draht, white the in the middle of the deserted roads Not even snoere out It was futile to try to clear snow in the h the city was theirs, as though an evacuation notice had sounded and Gah it They were all alone

Up Ste-Ursule they trekked, past the convent where Général Montcalate The storm, if possible, was even worse outside old Quebec City With no walls to stop it, the wind gathered speed and snow and slaainst whatever it hit Including the Chief Inspector

He didn’t care He felt the cold hard flakes hit his coat, his hat, his face And he heard it pelting into hi

"I love stor in a screen porch in summer in the middle of a thunderstor as I don’t have to drive If everyone’s safe at hoo out in them?" Gamache asked

"All the time, even if it’s just to stand there I love it Don’t knohy, maybe it’s the drama Then to come back in and have a hot chocolate in front of the fire Doesn’t get any better"

Ga at his feet as he plowed his way slowly through the knee-high drifts Excited, Henri leapt up and down in the trail le" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>