THIRTEEN‘Yes, we were at the community breakfast this morning,’ said Lyon.
‘All three of you?’
‘Yes.’ Lyon hesitated.
Gamache waited. They were in the dining room now.
‘We arrived in separate cars, CC and I. She was visiting a colleague.’
‘Before breakfast?’
‘It’s a very stressful time for her. A very important time. Big things happening.’
‘What did your wife do?’
‘You don’t know?’ Lyon seemed genuinely surprised.
Gamache raised his eyebrows and shook his head.
Lyon got up and ran out of the room returning a moment later with a book. ‘This is CC.’
Gamache took it and stared at the cover. It was all white with arched black eyebrows, two piercing blue eyes, nostrils, and a red s***h of lips hovering in the middle. It was artful and bizarre. The effect was repellent. The photograph
