Page 104 of The Grey Wolf
“Marcus Lauzon. Caron’s boss,” said Beauvoir.
That Politician, thought Gamache. “Tell your friend he needs to stop digging and to keep quiet.”
“I will.Patron, there was a map similar to Langlois’s in Madame Chalifoux’s basement—”
“The head of Action Québec Bleu,” Beauvoir reminded Gamache. “Where Langlois worked.”
“That one had pins in it where AQB had done tests, right?” said Gamache, who’d read her report.
“Yes.”
“Did Langlois’s map match up with Chalifoux’s?” asked Beauvoir.
“Not exactly. I showed her his map. She had no idea what the numbers meant. I asked her why he’d go to those lakes and rivers. She said he was assigned to some, but not all. I made of list of the ones he went to on his own.”
“He must’ve been sent by Caron,” said Beauvoir. “His other boss. His real boss.”
Gamache wasn’t so sure. “It’s possible he discovered something on his own. There’s a mark on Langlois’s map on the lake with the monastery. Did she put a pin in that lake too?”
“Non.”
Gamache was considering. “Why was Charles Langlois there?”
“We don’t know for sure that he was,” said Beauvoir. “His map ended up there, and maybe his notebooks, but you said yourself, they might’ve been mailed.”
“Still, he knew about Saint-Gilbert and the Abbot. How?” Gamache looked into their blank faces. “Okay, let’s set that aside for now. We need facts, evidence.”
“We need the notebook and laptop,” said Beauvoir.
“We need the missing monks.” Gamache stared at Isabelle.
“Do I have spinach in my teeth?” She moved her tongue around. “I had an omelet for breakfast at the canteen.”
“Do you have a valid passport?”
“Of course I do,patron. What?”
“Have you ever been to Rome?”
While they stood on the tarmac, Gamache handed out the assignments.
Isabelle Lacoste was to search for Frère Sébastien and the American monk in Rome.
Beauvoir’s job was to find out all he could about Frère Sébastien.
“But if he’s in Rome, shouldn’t I be the one to go?” said Beauvoir. “I know what he looks like.”
“He has a point,patron,” said Lacoste. “Besides, would the Office of the Doctrine of the Faith really welcome a woman asking questions?”
“I doubt it would welcome anyone asking questions,” said the Chief. “But you’d also be beyond suspicion. No one would think anyone in their right mind would send a woman—”
“To do a man’s job?” asked Lacoste, with a wry smile. “And are you in your right mind?”
He grinned. “Perhaps not. If anyone is watching, we have to do the unexpected. Make them think we’re just bumbling along. Not threats at all.”
“They might not be wrong,” said Beauvoir.
“There’s more than enough for you to do here, Jean-Guy. Frère Sébastien knew the American well enough for the monk to turn to him for help. And for Sébastien to drop everything and go. They met somewhere. Spent time together. If you can get a name, we can feed it to Isabelle.”
