The Brutal Telling (Chief Inspector Armand Gamache #5)

“Got it,” said Beauvoir and Gamache hauled the man to his feet.

Both of them looked at him. The hat had fallen off and the iron-gray hair was disheveled. He was tall and lanky.

“What the hell are you doing?” the man demanded.

“You’re trespassing,” said Beauvoir, handing what the man had held to Gamache, who looked at it. It was a bag. Of granola. And on the front was a stamp.

Manoir Bellechasse.

Gamache looked more closely at the man. He looked familiar. The man glared back, angry, imperious.

“How dare you. Do you know who I am?”

“As a matter of fact,” said Gamache, “I do.”

After a call to Morin, Marc Gilbert was released and showed up at his home minutes later, out of breath from running. He’d been told his wife and mother were safe but was relieved to see it for himself. He kissed and hugged them both then turned to Gamache.

“Where is he? I want to see him.”

Clearly “see” was a euphemism.

“Inspector Beauvoir’s with him in the barn.”

“Good,” said Marc and headed toward the door.

“Marc, wait.” His mother ran after him. “Maybe we should just leave this to the police.” Carole Gilbert looked frightened still. And with good reason, thought Gamache as he thought of the man in the barn.

“Are you kidding? This man’s been spying on us, maybe more.”

“What do you mean, ‘maybe more’?”

Gilbert hesitated.

“What aren’t you telling us?” his wife asked.

He shot a look at Gamache. “I think he might have killed that man and left his body in our house. As a threat. Or maybe he meant to kill one of us. Thought the stranger was one of us. I don’t know. But first the body shows up, then this guy tries to break in. Someone’s trying to hurt us. And I want to find out why.”

“Wait. Wait a minute.” Dominique had her hands up to stop her husband. “What are you saying? That body really was here?” She looked toward the vestibule. “In our home?” She looked at Gamache. “It’s true?” She looked back at her husband. “Marc?”

He opened and shut his mouth. Then took a deep breath. “He was here. The police were right. I found him when I got up in the middle of the night. I got scared and did something stupid.”

“You took the body to the bistro?” Dominique looked as though she’d been slapped by someone she loved, so great was her shock. His mother was staring at him as though he’d peed in the Château Frontenac dining room. He knew that look from when he was a boy and peed in the Château Frontenac dining room.

Gilbert’s lightning mind zipped all over the place, searching dark corners for someone else to blame. Surely it wasn’t his fault. Surely there were factors his wife didn’t appreciate. Surely this couldn’t be the act of complete idiocy her face accused him of.

But he knew it was.

Dominique turned to Gamache. “You have my permission to shoot him.”

“Merci, madame, but I’d need more than that to shoot him. A gun for instance.”

“Pity,” she said, and looked at her husband. “What were you thinking?”

He told them, as he had the cops, the reasoning that had appeared so obvious, so dazzling, at three in the morning.

“You did it for the business?” said Dominique when he’d finished. “Something’s very wrong when dumping bodies is part of our business plan.”

“Well, it wasn’t exactly planned,” he tried to defend himself. “And yes, I made a terrible mistake, but isn’t there a bigger question?” He’d finally found something curled up in one of those dark corners. Something that would take the heat off him. “Yes, I moved the body. But who put it here in the first place?”

They’d obviously been so stunned by his admission they hadn’t even thought of that. But Gamache had. Because he’d noticed something else about the Varathaned floor. The shine, the mar. And the complete lack of blood. So had Beauvoir. Even if Marc Gilbert had scrubbed and scrubbed he’d never have gotten all the blood up. There’d be traces.

But there was nothing. Just some fluff from the dead man’s cardigan.

No, Gilbert might have killed the man, but he didn’t do it at his own front door. The man had already been dead when he’d been placed there.

Gilbert stood up. “That’s one of the reasons I want to see the man who tried to break in. I think he had something to do with it.”