Page 85 of All the Devils Are Here

After listening to their recollections of the events of the night before, Commander Fontaine once again turned to Daniel.

In the few minutes she’d been there, she’d come to realize that while he looked like his father, he was not actually like him.

They both, père et fils, seemed kind. Not at all threatening. But where in Gamache the elder it took the form of confidence and authority, in the younger it came across as charm. Which, while pleasant, could be superficial. Often was. A sort of genial wrapping paper hiding, what? Neediness? Insecurity?

“Monsieur Horowitz had been in Paris for ten days before being hit. Did you get together with him in that time?”

“No,” said Daniel, surprised. “Not until last night. I thought he’d just arrived.”

“Had any of you heard from him?” asked Fontaine.

They shook their heads.

Jean-Guy Beauvoir had gotten up and wandered over to a window.

“Am I boring you, Monsieur Beauvoir?” Fontaine asked.

“Non, désolé. I just wanted to make sure I could see the children and their sitter in the park.”

He returned to his seat beside Annie, and reaching into his pocket, he began playing with the nickels that were stuck together. He’d meant to show them to Honoré but had forgotten he had them.

“Monsieur Horowitz had planned to go to a board meeting this coming week,” said Fontaine. “We’re wondering if there could be a connection between that and the attacks.”

“Which board meeting?” asked Daniel.

“GHS Engineering.” She turned to Beauvoir. “Monsieur Horowitz got you your job at GHS, I believe.”

“That’s true,” said Beauvoir.

“He did?” said Daniel. He seemed surprised, and surprisingly pleased.

“Did you ask him to?” Fontaine asked Beauvoir.

“It was a favor for me,” said Gamache. “I asked him to find a position in private industry for Jean-Guy.”

“In private industry, or in GHS?” asked Fontaine.

“No, not specifically that company.”

“So as far as you know, Monsieur Horowitz didn’t plant you there”— she turned back to Beauvoir—“to get information for him? Insider information even.”

“To spy?” asked Jean-Guy. “No. He never asked. And I’d never pass along insider information. And if I thought something was wrong, I’d have gone to my immediate superior.”

“And who’s that?”

“Carole Gossette.”

“But you saw nothing suspicious?”

“No.”

“Not even the Luxembourg project?”

“How do you know about that?” Beauvoir asked.

“Monsieur Gamache here told the Prefect about your questions.”

Beauvoir shot Gamache a quick look before turning back to Fontaine. “That was odd,” he admitted. “But from what I could see, there’s nothing wrong there.”