How the Light Gets In (Chief Inspector Armand Gamache, #9)

by Louise Penny

A great deal of police work involved waiting. For suspects. For autopsies. For forensic results. Waiting for someone to answer a question. Or a doorbell. It was, he knew, one of Isabelle Lacoste’s great gifts, and one so easily overlooked. She was very, very patient. Anyone could run around, not many could quietly wait. As they did now. But that didn’t mean Chief Inspector Gamache and Inspector Lacoste did nothing. As they waited they took in their surroundings.

And comfort. But, like peace, comfort didn’t come from hiding away or running away. Comfort first demanded courage.