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"Arrasped the Chief Inspector’s "Thérèse is in the kitchen, preparing a little tray Why don’t we sit on the balcony What can I get you to drink?"

"Just a Perrier, si te plaît, Jérôh the fa room, past the piles of open reference books and Jérôme’s puzzles and ciphers They walked onto the front balcony, which looked across the street and onto a leafy, green park It was hard to believe that just around the corner was avenue Laurier, filled with bistros and brasseries and boutiques

He and Reine-Marie lived just a few streets over and had been to this home many times, for dinner or for cocktails And the Brunels had been to their home many times as well

While this wasn’t exactly a social call the Brunelsfeel comfortable If it was necessary to talk about crime, about e and olives?

Ars exactly

"Merci, Jérô the tray of food to her husband and accepting a white wine

They stood on the balcony in the afternoon sun, looking out over the park

"Lovely tirave;se "So fresh"

Then she turned her attention to the man beside her And he to her

Armand Gamache saoman he’d known for ht at the academy She’d stood out froence but because she was old enough to be their mother She was, in fact, a full decade older than Gamache hiuished career as the chief curator at the Musée des Beaux Arts in Montréal A celebrated art historian and advocate, she’d been consulted by the Sûreté on the appearance of aNot the disappearance, mind, but the sudden appearance of one

In that instance, in that cri on a few cases she’d realized it hat she really wanted to do, was meant to do

So she’d taken herself off to a quite astonished recruiting officer and signed up