Jean Guy Beauvoir handed out the assignments.
Agent Isabelle Lacoste was to look into the life of Madeleine Favreau, Agent Nichol was to go through the list of suppliers of ephedra and find out if any shipped recently to the area, and Robert Lemieux would accompany Inspector Beauvoir and Chief Inspector Gamache.
‘But that’s not right,’ said Nichol, stunned by Beauvoir’s mistake in judgment. ‘He started looking into epilepsy, or whatever it is.’
‘Ephedra,’ said Beauvoir. ‘Weren’t you even listening?’
‘Look, it’s on the computer, isn’t it?’
Beauvoir swung around and glared at Gamache, making sure the boss understood how ridiculous this woman was.
‘The point is,’ continued Nichol, apparently oblivious of the impression she made, ‘he started it, he should finish it.’
‘What? Is that a new rule?’ asked Beauvoir. ‘This isn’t a school yard and this isn’t a debate. You’ll do as you’re ordered.’
‘Fine. Sir.’ Nichol stomped back to her desk, not acknowledging Lemieux’s attempt to catch her eye and smile an apology.
After they’d gone and the technicians were busy in another part of the room, Nichol brought out her cell phone. It’d been vibrating all through the meeting and it was all she could do not to answer. But that would have been a disaster.
‘
‘Tell me what’s happening,’ he said. She did and there was a pause on the other end. ‘I don’t like this. You should be with Gamache. Did you do something wrong? Did you upset him?’
‘Of course not. I even came up with the cause of death. Everyone was saying it was that drug stuff and I said she was scared to death. The chief even agreed and said it.’
‘Wait a minute, are you saying you showed him up in front of his entire team?’
‘It’s not hard.’
‘What have I told you? What have I taught you? Don’t antagonize him.’
‘What? So, I’m supposed to just agree?’
‘There’s more at stake here than a single case. You know that. Don’t fuck up.’
‘Stop saying that.’
‘Stop fucking up.’
The line went dead.
Armand Gamache nodded to two people sitting at a small round table outside Olivier’s Bistro, taking advantage of the fresh spring sun. Given a chance Quebecers stayed out on
These two were dipping biscotti into their cappuccinos and talking animatedly. The part of the conversation Gamache picked up sounded very much like the tendril of words he’d caught in the wind as they’d walked by the people standing on the village green with their dogs.
The village seemed to have one song today, with a single lyric.
Ephedra.
Gamache stopped and stared hard at Agent Lemieux who had a smile on his face and seemed to be enjoying the pleasant spring day.
‘Did you hear that?’ Gamache asked. Lemieux cocked his head to one side, listening.
‘Is it a robin?’
Inspector Beauvoir shook his head.
‘Listen more closely, please,’ said Gamache.
Lemieux became very quiet and listened, closing his eyes. He heard the river marauding past. He heard birds, though perhaps not robins. He heard people talking. He heard the word ‘ephedra’.
He opened his eyes and stared at Gamache.
‘Those two sitting at the bistro table must have something to do with the murder,’ he whispered. Then he heard ‘ephedra’ again. This time from the direction of Monsieur Beliveau’s general store.
‘Agent, perhaps you can tell me how you did your research yesterday.’ Gamache was looking at him quite sternly.
‘Well, I was waiting for the psychic to return and noticed a computer on the desk, so I looked it up.’
‘Using Gabri’s computer.’
‘Yes.’
‘And did you close the sites you looked at?’ Inspector Beauvoir asked.
‘I’m sure I did.’
