Morin looked down at his copious notes. What would the Inspector consider interesting?
“Did you find anything from before they came here?” asked Gamache.
“No, sir. I have calls in to Prague but their record keeping from that time isn’t good.”
“Okay.” Beauvoir snapped the top back on the Magic Marker. “Anything else?”
Agent Morin placed a paper bag on the conference table.
“I dropped by the general store this morning, and bought these.”
Out of the bag he brought a brick of paraffin wax. “Monsieur Béliveau says everyone’s been buying paraffin, especially at this time of year.”
“Not much help,” said Beauvoir, taking his seat again.
“No, but this might be.” And from the bag he pulled a tin. On it was written Varathane. “He sold two tins like this to two different people in July. One to Gabri and the other to Marc Gilbert.”
“Oh, really?” Beauvoir uncapped the marker.
Agent Lacoste, like every Montrealer, knew about Habitat, the strange and exotic apartment building created for Expo 67, the great World’s Fair. The buildings had been considered avant garde then, and still were. They sat on Île des Soeurs, in the St. Lawrence River, a tribute to creativity and vision. Once seen Habitat was never forgotten. Instead of a square or rectangular building to house people the architect had made each room a separate block, an elongated cube. It looked like a jumble of children’s building blocks, piled on top of each other. One interconnected with another, some above, some below, some off to the side, so that daylight shone through the building and the rooms were all bathed in sun. And the views from each room were spectacular, either of the grand river or of the magnificent city.
Lacoste had never been in a Habitat condo, but she was about to. Jacques Brulé, Olivier’s father, lived there.
“Come in,” he said, unsmiling, as he opened the door. “You said this was about my son?”
Monsieur Brulé was very unlike his son. He had a full head of dark hair and was robust. Behind him she could see the gleaming wood floors, the slate fireplace and the huge windows looking onto the river. The condo was tasteful and expensive.
“I wonder if we could sit down?”
“I wonder if you could come to the point?”
He stood at the door, blocking her way. Not allowing her farther into his home.
“As I mentioned on the phone, I’m with homicide. We’re investigating a murder in Three Pines.”