EIGHTEEN‘Sir.’
‘Sir.’
‘Sir.’
As Gamache walked back into the Incident Room he was met with a chorus of people wanting to speak to him.
‘Sir, Agent Lemieux’s on the line from Montreal.’
‘Ask him to hold for a moment. I’ll take it in there.’ He nodded to the small office.
‘Sir,’ Agent Isabelle Lacoste called across the room. ‘I’ve got a problem here.’
‘Sir.’ Beauvoir came up beside him. ‘We’ve called the lab about the photos. They don’t have them yet, but will let us know as soon as they arrive.’
‘Good. Go see if you can help Agent Lacoste. I’ll be there shortly. Agent Nichol?’
All activity in the room stopped. It seemed impossible that the cacophony could cease so quickly, but it did. All eyes turned to Nichol, then swung back to Gamache.
‘Come with me.’
All eyes, and Nichol, fol
