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Within lasses of wine Gamache, already tired, asked for water Lacoste wandered over to the two artists, Normand and Paulette Beauvoir chatted with Myrna and Gabri Mostly, Gamache suspected, because they were as far from Ruth as possible

Ga where everyone was, and what they were doing

Olivier was by the bookcases, his back to the room Apparently fascinated by the books, but Gamache suspected he’d seen those shelves many ti together, though not talking Gauay

And then he found hi with Chief Justice Pineault while a few steps away young Brian atching

What was the look on Brian’s face, Ga below the tattoos, the swastika, the raised finger, the "fuck you" And see other expressions Brian was certainly alert, watchful Not the detached youth of the evening before

"You uay, his voice raised "You can’t tell me you like it"

Galanced over, then wandered a little further away Except Brian He stood his ground

"I don’t just like it, I think it’s a

"Waste of time," said the art dealer, his voice thick He clutched an allass of red wine

Ga in front of one of Clara’s paintings A study, really, of hands So, depending on your perception

"It’s all just bullshit," said Castonguay, and Pineault et the art dealer to lower his voice "Everyone says it’s so great, but you knohat?"

Castonguay leaned toward Pineault, and Ga to make out what the art dealer was about to whisper

"People who think that are idiots Morons Wet brains"

Ga Everyone heard Castonguay shouted his opinion

Again the circle around the dealer grew Pineault scanned the roo she wasn’t hearing what one of her guests was saying about her work

Then the Chief Justice’s gaze settled back on Castonguay, his eyes hard Gamache had seen that look often in court Rarely directed at hiressed