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

by Louise Penny

“Then you think that had something to do with her death? The fact she was a Ouellet Quintuplet?” “I don’t really know, but it’s extraordinary, and when someone is murdered we look for the extraordinary, though, to be honest, we often find the killer hiding in the banal.”

she could see the kindness in his eyes. A quality some had mistaken, to their regret, for weakness. But there wasn’t just kindness there. Armand Gamache had the personality of a sniper. He watched, and waited, and took careful aim. He almost never shot, metaphorically or literally, but when he did, he almost never missed.

There is a crack in everything That’s how the light gets in.