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Random Things Through My Letterbox: August 2. State your name, please.”“Armand Gamache.”“And you are the head of the S. Sweltering, really, on this July morning. He could taste perspiration from his upper lip and it was only just ten o’clock. It was only just starting.
The witness box was not his favourite place in the world. And far from his favourite thing to do. To testify against another human being. There were only a few times in his career when he’d gotten satisfaction, even pleasure, from that and this wasn’t one of them. Sitting uncomfortably on the hard chair, under oath, Armand Gamache admitted to himself that while he believed in the law, had spent his career working within the justice system, what he really had to answer to was his conscience. And that was proving to be a pretty harsh judge.“I believe you were also the arresting officer.”“I was.”“Is that unusual, for the Chief Superintendent to actually be making.
I’ve only been in the position a little while, as you know. Everything. is unusual to me. But this particular case was hard to miss.”The Chief Crown Prosecutor smiled. His back to the rest of the. Except perhaps the judge, who missed little. Which surprised her, given the Chief Crown and. Chief Superintendent were apparently on the same side.
Though that didn’t mean, she knew, that they had to like or respect. She had some colleagues she didn’t respect, though she doubted she’d ever looked at them with exactly that expression.
While she was assessing them, Gamache had been assessing her. It could affect the. And it had never been more critical than in this case. It wasn’t. simply about the interpretation of the law, but the atmosphere in a. How strict would they be?
How much leeway would be. Was the judge alert?
Semi- retired? Biding her time until the cocktail. Or, occasionally, not so much biding as imbibing. But not this one. Maureen Corriveau was new to the bench. Her first homicide case, Gamache knew. He felt sympathy for her. She could have absolutely no idea that she’d drawn the short straw.
That a whole lot of unpleasantness was about to come her way. She was middle- aged, with hair she was allowing to go gray.
As a. sign, perhaps, of authority, or maturity. Or because she didn’t have to.
She’d been a powerful litigator, a partner in her Montr. She’d been blond. Before she’d ascended.
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Taken silk, as they said in Britain. Interestingly, it was not unlike how parachutists described jumping.
Judge Corriveau looked back at him. Her eyes were sharp. Intelligent. But Gamache wondered how much she was actually seeing. And how much she was actually missing. Judge Corriveau looked at ease. But that meant nothing.
He probably. looked at ease too. He glanced out at the crowded courtroom in the Palais de Justice in Old Montr.
Most of the people who might have been there had decided to stay home. Some, like Myrna and Clara and Reine- Marie, would be called as witnesses and didn’t want to come in until they absolutely had to. Other villagers— Olivier, Gabri, Ruth—simply didn’t want to leave Three Pines to come all the way into the stifling city to relive this tragedy. But Gamache’s second- in- command, Jean- Guy Beauvoir, was there. Chief Inspector Isabelle Lacoste.
The head of homicide. It would be their turn to testify, soon enough. Or perhaps, he. thought, it would never come to that. He shifted his eyes back to the Crown, Barry Zalmanowitz. But on its way there, his gaze had brushed by Judge Corriveau. To his chagrin. she tilted her head, very slightly.
And her eyes narrowed, very slightly. What had she seen, in his eyes?
Had the rookie judge caught the very. Thing he was trying to conceal? Was desperate to conceal? But if she did see it, he knew she would misinterpret it. She’d. Assume he was troubled about the defendant’s guilt. But Armand Gamache had no doubt about that.
He knew perfectly. He was just a little afraid that something. And a particularly cunning killer would go free. He watched the Crown Prosecutor walk deliberately to his desk, put. It was probably blank, Gamache thought.
Or a shopping list. Almost. certainly a prop. A wisp of smoke. A shard of mirror.
Trials, like Masses, were theatrics. He could almost smell the incense. The jury, not yet wilted from the heat, followed the skilled Crown’s every move. As they were meant to. But he was not the lead in this drama.
That role was taken by someone offstage, who would almost. The Chief Crown took off his glasses and Gamache heard the slight. The jury might be taken in, but this judge was not. And the. jury wouldn’t be taken in for long. They were too smart for that.“I understand the defendant actually confessed, is that right?” the.
S. The defendant came to my home and confessed. Willingly.”“Objection.” The defense attorney leapt to his feet, a little. Gamache thought. The defendant never confessed to the murder.”“True. Buy Tales Of An Immoral Couple (2017) Movie Online.
The confession I’m talking about wasn’t to the murder,” said. Crown. Waiting for her to rule on the. She hesitated.“Denied,” she said. How could it possibly matter if Monsieur. Gamache was surprised?”“Sustained.” Judge Corriveau turned to Gamache.
The judge was. right to sustain. It was subjective. But he didn’t think it was altogether.
Had he been surprised? Certainly when he’d seen who was standing on the porch of his home. Qu. It had been hard to tell.
Gamache could still hear the ice pellets striking his home, as the bitter November rain had changed over to sleet. Just thinking about it now, in the July heat, he felt a chill. Yes. It had been a surprise. He hadn’t expected the visit. As for what happened next, surprise didn’t begin to cover it.“I don’t want my first homicide case to end up in the appeals court,”. Judge Corriveau said quietly, so that only Gamache could hear.“I think it’s too late for that, Your Honor. This case began in a higher.
Judge Corriveau shifted in her chair. Trying to get comfortable.
But something had changed. In that odd and private exchange. She was used to words, cryptic or otherwise. It was the look in his. And she wondered if he knew it was there. Though Judge Corriveau couldn’t really say what it was, she did know the Chief Superintendent of the S.
While sitting in the witness box. At a murder trial. Maureen Corriveau did not know Armand Gamache well at all. Only. by reputation. They’d passed each other in the halls of the Palais de. Justice many times over the years.
She’d been prepared to dislike the man. A hunter of other humans. Not actually meting it out, but. No murder, no Gamache.
She remembered one chance meeting, when he was still head of homicide for the S. They’d passed in the hall, and again she’d caught his eyes. Sharp, alert, thoughtful. But again, she’d caught something else there. And then he was gone, bending his head slightly to listen to his companion. A younger man she knew was his second- in- command. A man in the courtroom now.
A very slight scent of sandalwood and rose had lingered. Barely there. Maureen Corriveau had gone home and told her wife about it.“I followed him and sat in on the trial for a few minutes this afternoon, to listen to his testimony.”“Why?”“I was curious. I’ve never been up against him, but I thought if I was. I should do some homework. And I had some time to kill.”“So?
What was he like? Wait, let me guess.” Joan shoved the tip of. Yeah, da punk offed da guy. Why’re we. wastin’ time wid a trial, ya yella- bellied, flea- infested cowards. Hang. him!”“That’s uncanny,” said Maureen. Yes, he turned. into Edward G.
Robinson.”Joan laughed. He paraphrased Sister Prejean.”Joan put down her book. He was distinguished looking, though not perhaps, at first glance, handsome.
A large man in a well- tailored suit. He sat upright, alert. Apple Hd Movies Paulina (2017). Respectful. His hair, mostly gray, was trimmed.
His face clean- shaven. Even. from the gallery, Maureen Corriveau could see the deep scar by his. And then he’d said it.“No man is as bad as the worst thing he’s done.”“Why would he quote a death- row nun?” asked Joan. No one is as good as the best thing.”And now Judge Corriveau sat on the bench, in her robes, in judgment.