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Castonguay spots Lillian just arriving, co down du Moulin from where she’d parked the car He’s had a few drinks and hurries to intercept her Anxious to pin down their deal before she gets a chance to speak to others at the party All the dealers and curators and gallery owners

He steers her into the nearest garden

"He probably didn’t even realize it was ours," said Clara Still watching Ga Just listened

They breathed silence It felt as though the world had stopped, the world had shrunk To this instant, and this place And these words

"Then Lillian told hined with François Marois"

Clara stopped, seeing in her allery owner Well into his sixties, and ruined A broken, drunken man Given the final blow And what does he do?

"She was his last hope," said Clara softly "And now it’s gone"

"He’ll plead to dihter," said Chief Justice Pineault "He must have been drunk at the time"

"At the time of what?" asked Gamache

"At the time he killed Lillian," said Thierry

"Oh, André Castonguay didn’t kill her One of you did"

TWENTY-EIGHT

Even Ruth was paying attention now Outside, the rain had begun again, falling froreat lashes, the water strealass Peter walked over to the door onto the porch and closed it

They were sealed in now