A Great Reckoning (Chief Inspector Armand Gamache #12)(104)

“For all their parents,” said Gamache. “The students have been entrusted to my care.”

“I’m not a child,” snapped Amelia.

“I don’t mean to be patronizing—”

“That’s exactly what you mean to be,” said Amelia. “That’s what in loco parentis means.”

“We can contact her father, if you like, Commander,” said Gélinas. “If that would make you happy. We can probably have him here within the hour.”

“No,” said Amelia, and while Gamache didn’t speak he looked startled. For an instant. As though slapped.

Reine-Marie, across the room, noticed and wondered if anyone else had.

“Don’t be angry at Monsieur Gamache,” Gélinas said to Amelia. “He can’t help it. I suspect he has an overdeveloped sense of protection because of his own experience. He doesn’t want anyone to suffer as he did.”

“What do you mean?” asked Huifen.

“That’s enough, Commissioner,” warned Gamache.

“His parents were killed by a drunk driver when he was a child. The driver would’ve been just a little younger than you at the time,” he said to the students. “How old were you?” he asked Gamache, who was staring at him, barely containing his outrage. “Eight, nine?”

“Why would you bring that up?” demanded Beauvoir. “It has nothing to do with this.”

“Really?” asked Gélinas, and stared, in heavy silence, at Gamache before going on. “At the very least, the cadets need to understand that we all have burdens, don’t you agree, Commander? Some so weighty we carry them our whole lives. They can blight our very existence, or they can make us stronger. They can make us bitter or teach us compassion. They can drive us to do things we never thought ourselves capable of. Wonderful achievements, like becoming Chief Inspector and Commander. Or horrific things. Terrible dark deeds. Maybe Michel Brébeuf isn’t the only object lesson. Maybe they can learn from you too, Monsieur Gamache.”

Now the entire bistro was watching and listening.

“A discomfort of cadets,” said Ruth.

And she was right. But the students weren’t the only ones squirming. The whole bistro twisted in their seats while Gamache himself stood perfectly still.

“You see,” Paul Gélinas turned to the cadets, “you aren’t the only ones with unhappy childhoods. Some are beaten. Some are bullied. Some are ignored. And some wait at home for a mother and father who will never return.”

He considered Gamache, like a specimen.

“Imagine what that does to a child. And yet he rose above it.” He returned his attention to the students. “And you can too.”

Reine-Marie stood up and went to her husband, taking his hand.

“That is enough, monsieur,” she said to Gélinas.

“Madame,” the RCMP officer bowed slightly. “I meant no harm. But it’s important that these students understand that their burden is shared by everyone and can’t be used as an excuse for their own brutality.”

“He’s right,” said Armand, his voice bitterly cold. “We all make choices.”

He spoke directly to Gélinas, who shifted his shoulders, as though some tiny, sharp object had just been inserted between his blades.

“Bon,” said Gélinas, decisively. “This is an active police investigation. Chief Inspector Lacoste has been very kind to include you so far—”

“And I see no reason to exclude Commander Gamache now,” said Lacoste.

“Well, I do. Speaking as the independent observer, I think it’s now time for him to step aside. Had he been anyone else, he would never have been this involved. We must treat Monsieur Gamache as we would any other suspect.”

“Suspect?” asked Reine-Marie, and there was a murmur of surprise in the bistro.

“Well, yes, of course,” said Gélinas. “Your husband isn’t above the law or above suspicion.”

“It’s all right,” said Armand, squeezing her hand. “Once again, Deputy Commissioner Gélinas is correct.”

He took a small step back, away from Gélinas. Away from the cadets. Away from Lacoste and Beauvoir.

At the door to the private room, Beauvoir turned to see Gamache staring after them. No, not them, Jean-Guy realized.

He was staring at Amelia Choquet.

Beauvoir glanced at Reine-Marie, who was also watching her husband.

Perplexed.

Beauvoir followed Amelia with his eyes as she walked past him into the room. And wondered just what her relationship was with the Commander, that Gamache would look at her in such a way.

He had an idea. An unwanted one. An unworthy one.

Beauvoir closed the door, shutting out the man and the thought.

But the gate had been opened and the traitor thought had slipped in.

In loco parentis. But was it really in place of?





CHAPTER 32

“How well did you know Professor Leduc?” asked Isabelle Lacoste.

She’d placed Amelia to her right and the two men further down the table, on the cadet’s right, so that Amelia’s head was turned to her, and only her.

It was a technique Lacoste had picked up early in her career in homicide. While many of the male investigators preferred to intimidate by having two or three agents looming over suspects, shooting questions to try to push them off balance, Lacoste went in the other direction.