The Nature of the Beast (Chief Inspector Armand Gamache, #11)

by Louise Penny

You’d head up the division that oversees Homicide and Serious Crimes and the annual Christmas party.”

“He’d have to come to opening night. Alone. He and Victoria would’ve had a fight.” “He’d stay in our B and B,” said Gabri. “He’d smell like leather and Old Spice.” “He’d need a book to read, at bedtime,” said Myrna. “I’d bring some over—”

Armand looked up from his notepad, and Henri looked up from the stuffed moose he was chewing. Both got up immediately.

“How are you?” She couldn’t not ask, but the answer was obvious in his hollowed-out look. He just shook his head and lifted one hand, then dropped it to the arm of the chair.

“My uncle has a poutine stand,” he said. “I think I can get us all jobs there.”