A Great Reckoning (Chief Inspector Armand Gamache #12)(129)

“You’ve done well,” said Gamache. “You know a surprising amount.”

“Not surprising, really. You should know me by now, sir. You recruited me.”

“And Michel Brébeuf trained you.”

“At your suggestion.”

“Yes. We all have strengths and weaknesses. Michel’s greatest strength is that he’s a masterful tactician. It’s how he was able to get away with so much for so long. And he trained you. Well.”

Now Charpentier grew wary.

“There is, of course, another possibility,” said Gamache. “Why I specifically invited Deputy Commissioner Gélinas to be the independent observer. Yes, I might have suspected him—”

“Or maybe you didn’t, at all,” said Charpentier, guessing where Gamache was going. “Maybe Gélinas wasn’t the one you had your eye on. He was another whale. A great lumpen redirection. If anyone grew suspicious, you wanted that suspicion to fall on the senior RCMP officer. Who’d been away in Europe. Who had access to private Swiss banks. Your real target would think you were focused on Gélinas, and that would leave him unguarded.”

“You think I’m that calculating?”

“I know you are, patron. I’ve seen it. How you’ve maneuvered through the rat’s nest of the S?reté. You don’t survive as long as you have without being cunning.”

“You, of course, would know,” said Gamache, and Charpentier colored a bit, unsure if that was a compliment or an accusation.

“But I quit, remember?” Gamache continued. “Burned out.”

“And now you’re back. Risen from the ashes. With a vengeance.”

“Non.” Gamache shook his head. “Not a vengeance. Never that.”

“Service, Integrity, Justice,” said Charpentier. “Despite all that’s happened to you?”

“Because of it. A belief of convenience isn’t much use, is it?”

“Why are you here?” Charpentier asked.

“In this room? Just to talk.”

Hugo Charpentier looked toward the closed door and struggled to get up from the chair.

“What’s happening out there?”

“Nothing that concerns you, Hugo. Please, sit down.”

Charpentier glanced once more at the door, then sat.

“More misdirection, monsieur?” he asked warily, wearily.

“Depends where you were heading,” said Gamache. “But I’m not here to talk to you about Serge Leduc’s corruption. I’m here to talk about his murder.”

“The two are connected, non?”

“Serge Leduc’s corruption went far beyond simply his ethics. Far beyond money. His very being had become corrupt, twisted. Perverted.” Gamache leaned forward, into Charpentier’s personal space. And whispered, “He made them weep before he died. Someone knew. And someone killed him for it.”

*

“Do you think the Commander’s going to tell everyone?” Huifen asked. “What we did?”

“Would it matter?” asked Amelia.

“Maybe not to you,” said Huifen. “You’re already an outsider, but it would to Jacques.”

“Why?”

“You don’t understand,” said Huifen. “You can’t. Jacques’s whole thing is about being admired. The strong leader. The hero.”

“Head cadet,” said Nathaniel.

“Oui. But if it came out, what we allowed Leduc to do, he’d be humiliated. No one would understand. They’d think we were weak, stupid. They’d look at us like we were freaks. He’d rather die than have that happen.”

“You’re kidding, right?” said Nathaniel. “That’s just a figure of speech, right?”

“Fucking Leduc knew that about him,” said Huifen, walking rapidly out of the study hall as she spoke. “He used it against him. Feeding that need in Jacques. Until Jacques would do anything to stay on the pedestal. Contort into anything Leduc wanted.”

“You hated him,” said Amelia, almost running to keep up with Huifen. “Leduc.”

“Of course I did. And so did you. But Jacques’s feelings were more complicated.”

Nathaniel reached out and grabbed her arm, forcing her to stop. The corridors, now teeming with cadets getting from class to class, surged around them.

“What? Tell us.”

“You could see it, couldn’t you?” said Huifen. “Jacques and the Duke were close.”

“Yes, we know that.”

“No, very close. Like father and son. He believed everything the Duke told him. He accepted everything he said and did, believing Leduc when he said it was for his own good. Jacques trusted him completely.”

“What father does that to his son?” asked Nathaniel.

“Have him put a gun to his head and pull the trigger?” asked Huifen. “For Leduc, it was never about love. It was about control. You’ve had it for a few months, Jacques had it for three years.”

“So did you,” Amelia pointed out.

“Believe me, I’m fucked up, but nothing compared to Jacques. I never saw the Duke as anything other than crazy. I was trapped. But Jacques was there by choice. Not at first, but by second year Leduc could make him do anything. If he’d told Jacques to murder another cadet, he probably would’ve done it.”