“I think so. But I can’t find the frightened boy.”
Gamache searched the village, the ship on the shore, the forest. Nothing. What happened to him? “We need to have the carving,” he said.
“This’s in a private collection in Zurich. I’ve contacted a gallery owner I know there. Very influential man. He said he’d help.”
Gamache knew enough not to press Superintendent Brunel about her connections.
“It’s not just the boy,” he said. “We need to know what’s written underneath it.”
Like the others this one was, on the surface, pastoral, peaceful. But something lurked on the fringes. A disquiet.
And yet, once again, the tiny wooden people seemed happy.
“There’s another one. In a collection in Cape Town.” The screen flickered and another carving appeared. A boy was lying, either asleep or dead, on the side of a mountain. Gamache put on his glasses and leaned closer, squinting.
“Hard to tell, but I think it’s the same young man.”
“So do I,” said the Superintendent.
“Is he dead?”
“I wondered that myself, but I don’t think so. Do you notice something about this carving, Armand?”
Gamache leaned back and took a deep breath, releasing some of the tension he felt. He closed his eyes, then opened them again. But this time not to look at the image on the screen. This time he wanted to sense it.
After a moment he knew Thérèse Brunel was right. This carving was different. It was clearly the same artist, there was no mistaking that, but one significant element had changed.
“There’s no fear.”
Thérèse nodded. “Only peace. Contentment.”
“Even love,” said the Chief Inspector. He longed to hold this carving, to own it even, though he knew he never would. And he felt, not for the first time, that soft tug of desire. Of greed. He knew he’d never act on it. But he knew others might. This was a carving worth owning. All of them were, he suspected.
“What do you know about them?” he asked.
“They were sold through a company in Geneva. I know it well. Very discreet, very high end.”
“What did he get for them?”
“They sold seven of them. The first was six years ago. It went for fifteen thousand. The prices went up until they reached three hundred thousand for the last one. It sold this past winter. He says he figures he could get at least half a million for the next one.”