Chapters (23)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
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- Shipwreck
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- In From the Cold
- Easy Money
- The Picture of Nobody
- About the Author
“It was really the only answer. They were the right age...”
“But a lot of people were the right age,” Myrna interrupted.
“True. But there was something else,” said Gamache. “His work was done. He planned to kill himself. He had no reason to live.”
They thought about that while Gamache waited. Finally, Gabri lowered his beer and smiled, but without humour. His sad smile did not reach his eyes.
“His work was done because he had found, not one, but two,” said Gabri. “He’d found the last two kids from the pickup.”
Gamache nodded.
“Angela and Mike had moved away and married. When they learned what had happened to their two friends, they realized that the killer would be after them. So they changed their names and moved here. Working for cash, so there’d be less of a trail.”
“How did James Hill find them?” Myrna asked, taking a fistful of nuts.
“His job at the Department of Records. He knew they’d married. But there were no records after that. They disappeared. Then Mike made a mistake. He applied for a social insurance number using his old name. He needed it to get the money left to him in his parents’ will.”
“The SIN number,” said Dominique. “Ironic.”
“James Hill knew Mike was somewhere in the area,” said Gamache. “But he didn’t know where. He booked into the Inn and Spa and started looking.”
“Not realizing that Mike was right there,” said Dominique. “Didn’t he recognize him?”
“Would you?” asked Gabri. “A guy changes a lot from sixteen to thirty-six. Except me, of course.”
“Of course,” said Myrna, rolling her eyes.
“James Hill did not recognize either of them,” said Gamache. “But they recognized him immediately. He’d been in his late twenties when the accident happened. He’d have aged, but not changed all that much. They realized Hill had probably killed their friends, which was why they had changed their names and moved to this tiny village. And they kept alert, watching for Hill. In case he ever found them.”
“What a terrible life,” said Myrna.
“When James Hill checked into the Inn and Spa, Angela recognized him and told Mike. They decided to act, before Hill could. They’re claiming self-defence.”
“But why did they hang him?” asked Myrna. “Wouldn’t it have been easier to just knock him on the head?”