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"I haven’t met anyone," said Beauvoir "But I want to be ready I can’t be married It wouldn’t have been fair to Enid"

Gamache was quiet for a moment "Nor would it be fair to your lover’s husband"

It wasn’t a rebuke Wasn’t even a warning And Beauvoir knew then if Chief Inspector Gaames with Beauvoir The way Beauvoir ith Gaa Unfulfilled Not acted upon

I love your daughter, sir

But those words were sed too Returned to the dark to join all the other unsaid things

They found the apartment block in the Notre-Daray, it ned by Soviet architects in the 1960s

The grass had been peed white by dogs, and luroith strangled bushes and weeds The concrete walk to the front door was cracked and heaved

Inside, it smelled of urine and resonated with the distant echoes of doors sla at each other

Monsieur and Madame Dyson lived on the top floor The handrail on the concrete stairs was sticky and Beauvoir quickly took his hand off of it

Up they walked Three flights Not pausing for breath but not racing either They took measured steps Once at the top they found the door to the Dyson apartment

Chief Inspector Gaive the Dysons one ive hi them?

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It opened a crack, a security chain across a fearful face

"Oui?"

"Madame Dyson? My name is Armand Gamache I’m with the S&ucirc;ret&eacute; du Qu&eacute;bec" He already had his ID out and noed it to her Her eyes dropped to it, then back up to the Chief’s face "This is ue Inspector Beauvoir May we speak with you?"<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>