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"I guess I did"

"Was that just coincidence?"

"She wasn’t part of etting sober"

Suzanne’s voice had developed an edge A slight annoyance

"Do you still paint?" Gamache asked

"Soo to vernissages where there’s free food and drink"

"Did Lillian mention Clara or her show?"

"She never mentioned Clara, not by name anyway But she did say she needed to allery owners Clarathem"

"And were they a them, do you think?" With a smallon the porch of the B and B, watching them

"Paulette and Normand? No, she didn’t talk about them either But I wouldn’t be surprised if she owed the"

"Or writing He’s a natural, producing art like it’s a bodily function," quoted Gamache

"Oh, you know about that, do you?"

"Obviously you do too"

"Every artist in Québec knows that It was Lillian’s finest rave;ce de résistance A near perfect assassination"

"Do you knoho it was about?"

"Don’t you?"

"Would I be asking?"

Suzanne studied Gaht You’re very tricky, I think But no, I don’t know"

A near perfect assassination And that hat it had been Lillian had delivered a mortal bloith that line Had the victim waited decades and then returned the favor?

"Mind if I join you?"

But it was too late Myrna had taken a seat, and once down she was not ever going to be easy to shift

Beauvoir looked at her His expression was not very inviting

"Fine No proble at tables in the sunshine, nursing beers or lemonades or iced tea But there were some empty tables Why had Myrna decided to sit with him?

The only possible ansas the only one he dreaded

"How are you?" she asked