Al the things he remembered, and ached for.
And Gabri’s scent, of Ivory soap. And his strong, certain arms around him. Gabri. Who’d never, ever stopped believing in him.
Gabri dragged his eyes from Olivier and looked behind his partner to the two Sûreté officers.
“Thank you,” he said.
“Inspector Beauvoir deserves the thanks,” said the Chief Inspector. The place was quiet again. Gamache turned to Olivier. He needed to say this for everyone to hear. In case there were any lingering doubts.
“I was wrong,” Gamache said. “I’m so sorry.”
“I can’t forgive you,” Olivier rasped, struggling to keep his emotions in check. “You have no idea what it was like.” He stopped, regained his composure then continued. “Maybe, with time.”
“Oui,” said Gamache.
As everyone celebrated, Armand Gamache walked out into the sunshine, into the sound of children playing hockey, and snowbal fights, and tobogganing down the hil . He paused to watch but saw only the young man in his arms. Bul et wounds through his back.
Found, but too late.
Armand Gamache hugged Paul Morin to him.
I’m so sorry. Forgive me.
There was only silence then and, from very far away, the sound of children playing.
Table of Contents
Title
Copyright
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty–One
Chapter Twenty–Two
Chapter Twenty–Three
Chapter Twenty–Four
Chapter Twenty–Five
Chapter Twenty–Six