They were certainly telling him this was strange. He relied on, and trusted, both his rational mind and his instincts. How else could he have survived in the top echelons of the Sûreté du Québec? Though it was far from certain that he had survived. But he was alert.Īrmand Gamache was not by nature timid, but he was a cautious man. It was more puzzling than worrisome.īut still, it was just odd enough to raise a small alarm. It was an invitation of sorts, to this desolate place. Putting on his reading glasses, he rubbed his face. Turning away, he stared at the letter he’d received the day before, lying open on the passenger seat. They were coming down with more force now, slightly obscuring what he saw outside. Snow flurries were hitting the windshield and dissolving. There he parked the car and sat in the warm vehicle looking out at the cold day. Pulling in, he drove between the tall pine trees until he reached the clearing. If you believe the copy of this e-book you are reading infringes on the author’s copyright, please notify the publisher at: us./piracy.Īrmand Gamache slowed his car to a crawl, then stopped on the snow-covered secondary road. Copyright infringement is against the law. You may not make this e-book publicly available in any way. The author and publisher have provided this e-book to you for your personal use only. To receive special offers, bonus content,Īnd info on new releases and other great reads,įor email updates on the author, click here.
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