Across the room Ruth was interrogating the Chief Inspector. “Don’t suppose you know who the dead man was.” “Afraid not,” said Gamache evenly. “Not yet.” “And do you know what killed him?” “Non.” “Any idea who did it?” Gamache shook his head. “Any idea why it happened in the bistro?” “None,” admitted Gamache. Ruth glared at him. “Just wanted to make sure you’re as incompetent as ever. Good to know some things can be relied upon.”
