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When the Sûreté investigators didn’t answer, he lookedsomeone killed Antoinette on purpose, are you?"

"It’s a possibility," said Lacoste

"Who would do it?" he de way, but she never got anyone that upset"

"You can’t think of anyone?" asked Lacoste

"Of course not," said Brian "This must’ve been a terrible accident Someone came to rob the place, and Antoinette found the it was probably robbery, but we have to be sure," said Lacoste, her voice soothing Certain

Her calained his composure

"I’ll help in any way I can What can I do?"

"You can prove you were in Montréal," said Beauvoir

This ti defensive he just nodded and gave the, the nuave the, their phones

"Antoinette used the last four digits of your phone number?" said Beauvoir as he looked down at what he’d written

"I know, too obvious," said Brian "I told her that but she wanted so she could re?"

"Yes Soet June twenty-first Our first date Ten years ago"

Jean-Guy Beauvoir concentrated on the page, on the numbers, on the pen as he wrote it down And tried not to look into Brian’s red, wondering eyes

Like Brian, he too used his first date with Annie as his code Soet

Hoould he feel if he found Annie…?

Chief Inspector Gamache had told them to crawl into the skins of the victiators that it was difficult to do, and it was dangerous Jean-Guy had never really understood the need, or the danger

But now he did

He’d gotten into Brian’s skin but had overshot the mark and ended up in his broken heart