The Nature Of The Beast Part 39

"Guillaume Couture's family was from the area," Agent Cohen reported. "He built the house on some of the land they owned. There were no other relatives. He retired in the early 1990s." Cohen's fingers moved to the edge of the paper. "He died in 2005. Cancer. But before he retired he held a fascinating job."

"He was an engineer," said Gamache. "Antoinette said he built overpa.s.ses. Not dull, but not what I'd describe as fascinating."

Adam Cohen turned the page over.

It was a grainy black-and-white photograph blown up from a smaller image. It showed a group of men standing in what looked like a tube.

Gamache put on his gla.s.ses and leaned closer.

"That," Adam Cohen pointed, "is Guillaume Couture."

The nondescript man grinned, almost maniacally, into the camera. His hair was lank and he wore gla.s.ses with thick black frames and an ill-fitting suit and tie. Two men stood on either side of him. The one in a cap was caught looking down and away from the camera, while the other appeared disinterested, even disdainful. Impatient.

Gamache felt his cheeks grow cold. He looked up from the photograph into the glowing eyes of Agent Cohen.

Then Armand took off his gla.s.ses and looked from Beauvoir to Lacoste.

They were staring at him in triumph. And for good reason.

"Voil," said Lacoste, putting her finger right onto the churlish face of the third man in the picture. "The connection."

It was Gerald Bull.

Gamache took a deep breath, trying to take it in. "Guillaume Couture knew Gerald Bull."

"More than knew him, sir," said Agent Cohen. "The picture's from Dr. Couture's obit. Not the one in the newspaper, but the one in the McGill Alumni News."

"Guillaume Couture went to McGill?" asked Gamache.

"No. He graduated from the Universite de Montreal," said Cohen. "But he worked at McGill."

"In what department?" Gamache asked.

"Dr. Couture was a mechanical engineer," said Chief Inspector Lacoste. "But he was seconded to the physics department, to work on the High Alt.i.tude Research Project."

"HARP," said Adam Cohen, leaning back, then deciding that was far too casual, he sat forward again. "The forerunner of Project Babylon."

"Antoinette's uncle worked with Gerald Bull," said Gamache.

CHAPTER 26.

Dinner was served, starting with parsnip and apple soup, with a drizzle of walnut-infused oil on top.

"Olivier gave me the recipe," said Reine-Marie, turning down the light in the kitchen.

Candles were lit, not so much to create a romantic atmosphere for herself and Armand, and Isabelle and Jean-Guy and young Mr. Cohen. It was for the calm that came with twilight, and tea lights, and the small flickering flames. If the topic of conversation was harsh, at least the atmosphere could be gentle.

They'd returned to the Gamache home for dinner, and to continue what they'd started in the Incident Room.

"Was there any evidence in Antoinette's house of her uncle's a.s.sociation with Gerald Bull?" Armand asked.

"Nothing," said Jean-Guy. "In fact, there was no evidence of her uncle at all. Nada. Not a photograph, not a card. No private papers. If we didn't know Guillaume Couture was Antoinette's uncle and had once lived in the place, we'd never have discovered it in that house."

Gamache took a couple of spoonfuls of soup. It was smooth and earthy and just a touch sweet.

"Delicious," he said to Reine-Marie, but his mind was elsewhere.

"Some people aren't nostalgic," Lacoste said. "My father's like that. He doesn't keep papers or letters."

"Maybe Antoinette just wanted to make the house her own," said Jean-Guy. "Heaven knows she was self-involved enough. Her uncle's things might not have been welcome in the seigneurial home."

"But not even a photograph?" said Reine-Marie. "They were close enough for him to leave her his home and she didn't keep anything belonging to him? Seems like a purge."

Armand agreed with Reine-Marie. It suggested a cleansing far deeper than simply making a place her own.

"Maybe that's what the killer was doing," said Isabelle. "Maybe he wanted to erase all evidence of Dr. Couture and his connection to Gerald Bull."

Gamache remembered his conversation with Mary Fraser earlier in the day. And the file the CSIS file clerk was trying to conceal. But why hide a file on Gerald Bull? Everyone expected her to have one of those.

She was trying to hide the name on the file because it was unexpected. And Gamache thought he knew what it said. He'd been wrong. It wasn't Gerald Bull in that dossier, it was Guillaume Couture.

"More likely the killer was looking for something he thought Dr. Couture would have in his home," said Beauvoir.

"The plans for Project Babylon," said Lacoste. "Is that why Antoinette was killed? For something she never even knew she had?"

"But why would Guillaume Couture have had the plans?" Beauvoir asked. "I can't imagine Gerald Bull would trust anyone with them."

"Maybe Dr. Couture stole them from Bull," Lacoste suggested.

"Okay, let's say he stole them, then what?" said Beauvoir. "Couture just hides them in his home. Why not sell them if they were that valuable?"

"Maybe he wanted to make sure no other gun was ever built," said Cohen.

"Then why not destroy the plans?" asked Beauvoir. "Why keep them?"

"We don't know that he did keep them," Lacoste pointed out. "We're pretty sure he didn't sell them because no other gun was ever built, but he might've destroyed them. We don't know, and the killer wouldn't know either."

"But that would mean the murderer knew about the connection between Antoinette's uncle and Gerald Bull," said Reine-Marie. "Why didn't he look for the plans sooner? Why now?"

"Because the gun was found now," said Lacoste. "That's the catalyst. Until then the plans were worthless. But once a working model was found-"

"The plans become priceless," said Reine-Marie. "I get it."

"There is another possibility," said Gamache. "That Gerald Bull never had the plans."

They stared at him. They'd moved from the soup to fettuccine with grilled salmon, tossed with fennel and apple.

"His apartment in Brussels was searched several times before his death, and nothing was found," Gamache explained. "After his murder, people looked but the designs for Project Babylon never turned up. It was a.s.sumed that Bull, knowing he was in trouble, destroyed them. But suppose they weren't found on him because he didn't have them?"

"Because he gave them to Dr. Couture," said Lacoste.

"Or because Couture stole them," said Beauvoir.

"Or," said Gamache, "because Gerald Bull never had the plans to begin with."

"You think Gerald Bull was the 'front of house,'" said Lacoste. "And Dr. Couture the real genius?"

"I think it's possible Dr. Bull did not have the plans because Dr. Bull did not make the plans," said Gamache. "Do you still have the photograph, Adam?"

Agent Cohen jumped up and returned a moment later with the picture. He put it on the kitchen table and everyone leaned in.

"Do you want more light?" asked Reine-Marie.

"No, this is fine," said her husband. The candlelight was indeed soothing. "I think they might have been a perfect team," he said, looking at the photo. "Bull gregarious, outgoing. Dr. Couture quieter, a bachelor scientist. Devoted to his work."

"His work being Project Babylon," said Beauvoir.

"According to what you found out"-Gamache turned to Cohen-"Dr. Couture started working with Gerald Bull at McGill, on HARP."

"Right, but funding for the High Alt.i.tude Research Project was cut," said Cohen. "And Dr. Bull left McGill."

"What did he do then?" Gamache asked.

"He formed the s.p.a.ce Research Corporation," said Cohen.

"And the SRC eventually developed the long-range artillery that became Project Babylon," said Lacoste. "By then it was a private company, run by Bull."

"Gerald Bull became an arms dealer," said Gamache. "But not, perhaps, an arms designer."

"That explains why Project Babylon was built here," said Beauvoir. "Because Guillaume Couture was here."

"He built the prototype close to home," said Lacoste. "Where he could oversee it, but no one else could. In the middle of a Quebec forest, where the Iranians, the Israelis, the Iraqis, our own people would never think to look. A gun that doesn't exist in a village that doesn't exist."

"The last place on earth," said Beauvoir. "Three Pines."

"And no one guessed that Gerald Bull wasn't the creator of Project Babylon?" asked Cohen.

"Why would they?" asked Chief Inspector Lacoste. "And who would care? As long as he delivered."

"And when he's murdered, Couture gets scared," said Beauvoir. "He hides the plans, or maybe destroys them, and goes to ground. Retires to his tomatoes and peppers, and tries to forget about the thing in the woods."

"It was covered with camouflage netting," said Gamache. "An effort had been made to hide it. And the firing pin was removed. Who else but the designer could do that? Did you find the firing pin in Antoinette's home?"

"No, though to be fair, we weren't looking," said Beauvoir. "We'll go back and have another look."

"If it was there, the killer probably took it," said Gamache. "But worth a look."

"I'll double the guard on the gun," said Lacoste, and headed to the telephone in the study.

The lights suddenly went on, full force, and Armand looked over at Reine-Marie, who was standing by the switch, then she returned to the table.

"Well, that killed the mood," said Jean-Guy.

"I wanted a clearer look at this picture," she said, bending over it.

"Do you recognize someone, Madame Gamache?" Adam Cohen asked.

"No, not the people, but the place looks familiar. Armand?"

The three men in the grainy enlargement were standing at the top of a very long tunnel that sloped downward. The walls appeared to be metal, with strips of more metal shooting down the sides and ceiling. Huge pot lights were attached to the top.

"I don't think this's a tunnel," she said. "I think they're standing at the top of a long cylinder."

"The mouth of a gun, perhaps," said Gamache.

"It would have to be a pretty big gun."

"Well, we have a pretty big gun," he said.

"I don't think it's a gun," said Beauvoir, leaning over Madame Gamache's shoulder. "It actually looks more like a stairway."

"Or an escalator," said Armand.

It did look vaguely familiar. A metro stop? An airport? It could be anywhere.

"Oh, this's killing me," said Reine-Marie.

"Probably doesn't matter," said Armand. "The picture was obviously taken years ago."

"What would happen if another one of those guns was built?" Reine-Marie asked.

Gamache was silent for a moment, then opened his mouth. But there were no words. Certainly none of the rea.s.suring words she was hoping for. The candlelit words. And to Reine-Marie's horror, he simply closed his mouth and looked at her.

"Do you think the killer found the plans?" she asked quietly.

"I don't know," said Gamache. "Mary Fraser accused me of not understanding how dangerous the world of arms dealers is. And she's right. I don't think anything we've faced compares to it. The scale of death they deal in is almost beyond comprehension. They create and feed wars, they encourage genocide. For profit. And what a profit. The money must be in the billions. Lives are worthless, incidental."

He spoke almost matter-of-factly, which only added to the horror of what he was saying.

"I think we have to a.s.sume the worst," said Jean-Guy. "That the plans have been found."

The dinner broke up shortly after that. There didn't seem much else to say. They made arrangements for Adam Cohen to take Beauvoir's room at the B and B while Jean-Guy moved into the Gamaches' home. The young man seemed relieved not to have to drive back to the city.