A hard wood, making it hard to hear. But he could just make out the Chief. The words were muffled, but he recognized the voice.Beauvoir stood back, wondering what to do. That didn’t take long. If the Chief was again arguing with that fuck-head Francoeur, Beauvoir wasn’t going to let him fight it out alone.He rapped twice and opened the door.The sound inside abruptly stopped.Beauvoir looked around. There was no Gamache.Superintendent Francoeur sat behind the desk. Alone.“What is it?” the Superintendent demanded.It was one of the few times Beauvoir had seen Francoeur rattled. Then Beauvoir noticed the computer. The laptop had been facing in the other direction, toward the visitor’s chair. Now it was turned around, facing Francoeur. He appeared to have been using it when Beauvoir interrupted him.Was he downloading something? Beauvoir couldn’t see how. The satellite connection hadn’t worked since they arrived. Unless Francoeur had gotten it to work, but Beauvoir doubted it. He wasn’t that smart.Francoeur had the guilty look of a teenager interrupted by Mom.“Well?”
