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"Shit," shouted Delor the professor aside, he scrarabbed hiun from his hand

It was over in a matter of moments, the time it took for the plans to be fully consumed by the fire Beauvoir held on to Delorme while Gamache’s eyes swept the room

Mary Fraser had taken a few steps forward but stopped when she saas too late Now her eyes were on Professor Rosenblatt, who’d stooped and picked up the gun

Ga as a breath, it seemed to last forever, as the elderly scientist held the weapon and looked at theun to Ga into the bistro froun"

He stopped and Olivier, directly behind hi when he saas happening

Mary Fraser looked at them, then she turned to Gae "You have no idea what you’ve just done"

She looked from him to Beauvoir and finally to the elderly scientist

"Gabri’s right," said Beauvoir "It’s over"

He released Delor him toward Mary Fraser

"You’re a fool," said Mary Fraser "It’s not over It’s barely begun"

"Aren’t you going to stop theentsswiftly to the bar and the telephone "There’s soht now"

He dialed Lacoste

John Fle felt the full sun on his face for the first time in decades, without the shadow of bars and barbed wire and guard towers

It was getting late, later than the young agent knew, thought Fle had known this day would coain, one day He’d felt it in his bones He’d waited patiently for it Planned for it And noas about to execute that plan

He watched the young rasses sway in theair His senses, dormant for years, were sharper, more powerful than ever

He could even s drank all this in as he slouched toward the car