Chapter Twenty-Four2005
The Castillac police force was in Dufort’s office on Thursday morning, having looked at everything Perrault had brought back from the Desrosiers mansion: the will, a stack of letters, a stuffed bear.
“Nice work, Perrault, although I don’t see the significance of the bear.”
“Well, me neither,” said Perrault. “I’m not saying it means anything. It’s just that it was propped up on a pillow on her bed, and I got the feeling it was important to the deceased, so I brought it along.”
Dufort gave the small bear a quick inspection, palpating it to see if anything was inside besides stuffing, and then put it on a shelf. “He can be our mascot for the duration of the case,” he said.
Maron rolled his eyes when Dufort’s back was turned, and then bent back to the pile of lette
