they found Anton, he’d never be charged with anything other than trafficking, and even then the charges might be dropped or the sentence suspended. First offense, young university student—”
“The family hired a private investigator to find him,” said Lea. “Took a long time. He’d bummed around, gone into rehab and later got a job with the Spanish family. Worked for cash. But the investigator finally tracked him down.”
Jean-Guy, standing by the fireplace, nodded.
Anton had told him all this. He went by Lebrun but his real name was Boucher.
Butcher.
A good name for a murderer, Beauvoir had thought. Though he also knew it was ridiculous to suspect someone because of their last name. But still …
“That’s when Jacqueline got back in touch with us,” said Lea, looking again at the woman sitting stiffly on the sofa. “She told us they’d found Anton, and that the family was looking for a nanny and tutor, to teach the Spanish children French.”
“She wanted to use us as references,” said Matheo. “We agreed and when Madame Ruiz called we vouched for her.”
Beauvoir wondered, in passing, who’d vouched for Anton.
It had been a sticking point. The one thing that hadn’t rung true in Anton’s conversation with Jean-Guy that afternoon. He’d admitted to all this. Confessed his sins. Showed remorse.
But there was that one tiny little thing. Why the Ruiz family, especially Antonio Ruiz, hadn’t checked out Anton before hiring him. As they apparently had with Jacqueline.
Instead, Ruiz, a suspicious, perhaps even paranoid man, had hired some stranger to come live with his family.
Why was that? Beauvoir wondered. Why hadn’t he placed a single call?
“What happened next?” Lacoste asked.
“After working there for a few months, Jacqueline heard about the cobrador and got back in touch with us,” said Lea. “Once we were convinced, we just needed to work out the details. When and where to spring the cobrador on him.”
“We couldn’t have it stand outside the home,” said Matheo. “Ruiz would probably shoot it. He’d certainly think it was there for him, and so would Anton. We needed someplace else.”
“Then the family was transferred back to Spain and it looked like our plan might fall apart,” said Lea. “But then Anton got a job here as a dishwasher. We’d been to Three Pines a few times, for reunions. It seemed perfect. It even had you.”
“Me?” asked Gamache.
“We needed to make sure the cobrador was safe,” said Matheo. “That no one would attack him.”
“We knew you wouldn’t let that happen,” said Lea.
“You played me?” asked Gamache.
“We trusted you,” said Lea. “To uphold the law, no matter how personally upsetting the situation might be.”
Gamache took a long, deep breath. More manipulation. But, far from annoying, it was enlightening. It certainly threw a light onto Lea Roux, and her ability to strategize.
She’d come a long way from the young elected official and Edouard’s Law.
“Jacqueline got a job at the bakery, and then our plan fell into place.”
“And what was your plan?” asked Lacoste.
“It was simple,” said Lea. “The cobrador would show up and scare the crap out of Anton.”
“And then?” asked Lacoste. “Was that it? To scare him?”
Matheo was about to answer, then he shut his mouth and looked at Lea, then Patrick, and finally Jacqueline.
They seemed confused by the question, and Isabelle thought she knew why.
What had begun as one thing, the quest for an apology, had become something else.
How often something starts off as noble, and then warps, corrupts, takes on a life of its own. Becomes a creature in a black cloak.
A body in a root cellar.
How it came to that was the question. And she intended to have the answer that night.
“This was in the spring,” said Lea. “We were going to have the annual reunion here in the summer and it would work perfectly. Except—”
“Daylight,” said Matheo.
On hearing that, Gamache gave one small grunt.
Daylight.
That answered so many questions.
Why the reunion had been changed to late October. And how the cobrador managed to stand there all day.
And the answer was, he could do it because night was closing in.
In the summer, the sun was up for hours and hours. And the heat was relentless and merciless. No one could stand there for long.
But in late October, early November, the days were shorter, and cooler.
The cobrador could slip away when darkness fell.
Daylight. It was so simple.
But then, most crimes were. And they were now closing in on the crime.
“Myrna says she told you about the church and Prohibition,” Beauvoir said to Lea, who nodded.