A Trick of the Light

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“Three Pines?” Suzanne asked, taking the card.

“The village where Lillian was killed.”

He rose, and Beauvoir rose with him.

“You said your lives depend on the truth,” he said. “I’d hate for you to forget that now.”

Fifteen minutes later they were in Beauvoir’s new apartment. While Jean Guy opened and closed cupboards and mumbled, Gamache hauled himself out of the torturous sofa and strolled around the living room, looking out the window to the pizza place across the way advertising the Super Slice, then he turned back into the room, looking at the gray walls and Ikea furniture. His gaze drifted over to the phone and the pad of paper.

“You’re not just eating at the pizza place, then,” said Gamache.

“What d’you mean?” Beauvoir called from the kitchen.

“Restaurant Milos,” Gamache read from the pad of paper by the phone. “Very chic.”

Beauvoir looked into the room, his eyes directly on the desk and the pad, then up to the Chief.

“I was thinking of taking you and Madame Gamache there.”

For a moment, the way the bare light in the room caught his face, Beauvoir looked like Brian. Not the defiant, swaggering young man at the beginning of his share. But the bowed boy. Humbled. Perplexed. Flawed. Human.

Guarded.

“To thank you for all your support,” said Beauvoir. “This separation from Enid, and the other stuff. It’s been a difficult few months.”

Chief Inspector Gamache looked at the younger man, astonished. Milos was one of the finest seafood restaurants in Canada. And certainly one of the most expensive. It was a favorite of his and Reine-Marie’s, though they only went on very special occasions.

“Merci,” he said at last. “But you know we’d be just as happy with pizza.”

Jean Guy smiled and taking the pad from the desk he slid it into a drawer. “So no Milos. But I will spring for the Super Slice, and no arguments.”

“Madame Gamache will be pleased,” laughed Gamache.

Beauvoir walked into the kitchen and returned with their drinks. A micro-brewery beer for the Chief and water for himself.

“No beer?” asked the Chief, raising his glass.

“All this talk of booze turned me off it. Water’s fine.”

They sat again, Gamache this time choosing one of the hard chairs around the small glass dining table. He took a sip.

“Does it work, do you think?” Beauvoir asked.

It took a moment for the Chief to figure out what his Inspector was talking about.

“AA?”

Beauvoir nodded. “Seems pretty self-indulgent to me. And why would spilling their secrets stop them from drinking? Wouldn’t it be better to just forget instead of dredging all that stuff up? And none of these people are trained. That Suzanne’s a mess. You can’t tell me she’s much help to anyone.”

The Chief stared at his haggard deputy. “I think AA works because no one, no matter how well-meaning, understands what an experience is like except someone who’s been through the same thing,” Gamache said, quietly. He was careful not to lean forward, not to get into his Inspector’s space. “Like the factory. The raid. No one knows what it was like except those of us who were there. The therapists help, a lot. But it’s not the same as talking to one of us.” Gamache looked at Beauvoir. Who seemed to be collapsing into himself. “Do you often think about what happened in the factory?”

Now it was Beauvoir’s turn to pause. “Sometimes.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“What good would it do? I’ve already told the investigators, the therapists. You and I’ve been over it. I think it’s time to stop talking about it and just get on with it, don’t you?”

Gamache cocked his head to one side and examined Jean Guy. “No, I don’t. I think we need to keep talking until it’s all out, until there’s no unfinished business.”

“What happened in the factory’s over,” snapped Beauvoir, then restrained himself. “I’m sorry. I just think it’s self-indulgent. I just want to get on with my life. The only unfinished business, the only thing still bothering me, if you really want to know, is who leaked the video of the raid. How’d it get onto the Internet?”

“The internal investigation said it was a hacker.”

“I know. I read the report. But you don’t really believe it, do you?”

“I have no choice,” said Gamache. “And neither do you.”

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