TWELVELemieux had decided to jog ahead to their car, parked outside the Morrow home, and turn it on. They weren’t heading back yet, but night had fallen and the car would take a few minutes to warm up. If he started it now, by the time they got back in it would be toasty warm and the frosted windows would be clear, both advantages on a chilling December night.
‘I don’t get it, sir,’ he said as he returned to Gamache.
‘There’s a lot not to get,’ said Gamache with a smile. ‘What in particular is troubling you?’
‘This is my first murder case, as you know.’
‘I do.’
‘But it seems to me if you wanted to kill someone there are a whole lot of better ways.’
‘Like?’
‘Well, franchement, just about anything other than electrocuting a woman in the middle of a crowd on a frozen lake. It’s nuts.’
