Chapter 10
The photographs and the hammer were still hidden behind my back. I fixed my eyes on Lacroix and let out a deep breath. As the sun set behind him, he stood in my doorway like a model posing in a photographer’s studio. Dressed in his RCMP uniform, he looked a knight in shiny armour.
“Is something wrong? Is it Zoë?”
“No. What the hell is going on?” he demanded in a deep, resonating voice.
“I—uh.”
“What’s wrong?” He looked genuinely concerned.
“Nothing. I’m—I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine.”
There was a table to my left behind the door. I smiled shyly. How could I deposit the hammer there without making any noise? There also was the problem of the photographs.
Show them to him, a tiny voice whispered inside of me, interrupting my thoughts. Then my mother’s voice said, “If yo
