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"You got in here, so you must have some pull" He looked around before his eyes zipped back to Ga him, like a butterfly pinned to cardboard "You’re older, but not old enough to be retired"

Fleaze shifted to Gamache’s temple

"Nasty scar Recent, but not immediate And yet, you look healthy Hearty even Grain-fed Free-range"

He was toying with hi

"Your physical health wasn’t the issue, was it?" asked Fle forward "It’s e happened and you weren’t strong enough You let down people ere depending on you And then you ran away and hid, like a child Probably in that village What was its name?"

Don’t remember it, Ga smiled "Nice place Pretty place It was a kind of rock, with tih it It wasn’t really of this world Is that where you live? Is that why you’re here? Because the Whore of Babylon was disturbing your hiding place? Marring Paradise?" Fle paused "I remember there was a woman who sat on her porch and said she was a poet She’s lucky so many words rhyme with fuck"

He didn’t just remember Three Pines, every detail seemed etched in his memory

"I’ asked "You’re trapped in that village You’re a ht, wondering what’s next? Are your friends growing bored with you? Do your forues tolerate you, but cluck behind your back? Is your wife losing respect for you, as you grip the bars and look at her through the prison of your days? Or have you dragged her into the cell with you?"

John Fle at him Triumphant He’d filleted Gautted before Fle malevolence on a scale Gamache had never known before

"Mary Fraser," Gaht hesitation in the force of personality across from him, and he used it to push forward

"She’s in Three Pines," said Ga, then followed the in his head, he stood up and leaned forward, hands splayed on the coldwhen his face ithin an inch of Fleap between the Gamache’s His fetid breath was in Gamache’swhispered

But what Fle had done was confiruess on Ga," said Ga, and while Gamache was too close to see the sht have the gun, but you haven’t found what really matters What only I can find"

"The plans," said Gamache "You took the’s reaction, he could see that rong He thought quickly, trying not to be distracted by Fle his He stared into those eyes, their lashes al

And then Gamache moved away, back across the table

"No," he said "Dr Bull didn’t have them He didn’t need them They weren’t his plans, after all They were Couture’s The plans never left Québec"

"You’re getting closer," Flea sat back down

"That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?" he said to Gaun but not the plans Funny, isn’t it? That little village has soplaces, and soelse? What would hell look like? Fire and bri you in with the pro into a prison The cheerful grand exaht find the paused, and s over every stone, soht find the plans to Project Babylon And then what?"