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Под книгой — отзывы тех, кто уже прочёл. Туда заглядывать полезно: иногда вылезают спорные смыслы, которые сам пропустил, иногда — категоричные «не моё, не тратьте время», и тоже информация. Дочитали «Monday Mourning» — оставьте пару строк, кому-то это поможет решить.
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”
“What happened?”
LaManche read silently for several seconds.
“Madame Bastillo was in the habit of talking regularly with her mother. The mother, Rose Fisher, and the victim, Louise Parent, were sisters, sharing a residence in Candiac.”
LaManche filtered the pertinent facts.
“Over the weekend, Bastillo’s calls went unanswered. Early this morning she went to check and found her aunt dead in bed.”
Dear God! I’d been trying to reach Parent during the same period as her niece!
“Rose Fisher is all right?”
LaManche finished skimming.
“The report says nothing concerning the whereabouts of Madame Fisher. I assume the lady is among the living since she is not on her way here.”
“Cause of death?” I knew it was stupid as soon as I asked it.
LaManche looked up over his glasses.
“That is why Madame Parent is coming to us.”
Questions swirled and tilted.
Foul play or ghastly coincidence? Had Parent been killed, or had she died of natural causes? Was her death related to the calls made to me?
Had the calls been placed by Louise Parent?
Say something? Hold off?
I glanced at the box indicating police jurisdiction.
SQ.
I decided to wait until I’d spoken to the investigating officers. Until LaManche had completed his autopsy.
“Dr. Santangelo, please take the staircase gentleman,” LaManche continued.
Santangelo marked her list.
“I will take Madame Parent when she arrives,” LaManche said.
LaManche jotted “La” next to Louise Parent’s name. Business concluded, everyone rose and filed out.
Back in my office I wasted no time dialing Ryan’s number. He answered on the first ring.
“Who’ll be working the Louise Parent case?”
“Yes, it is nice to hear your voice. Yes, it is a bit warmer today. Yes, it was a bitch of a weekend,” Ryan said.
“How was your weekend?”
“A bitch.”
“The big sting?”
“All wrapped up.”
“They’ve cut you loose?”
“Yes.”
I waited. He did not elaborate.
“Who’ll be working the Louise Parent case?”
Squad room noises indicated Ryan was a few floors below me.
“Candiac?” I prodded. “Sixty-year-old woman found dead in her bed this morning. Who’ll catch the case?”
“You’re looking at him, kid.”
“They didn’t give you much downtime.”
“Seems I was missed here.”
“Find anyone who’ll pal around with you yet?”
Several years earlier Ryan’s partner had died in a plane crash while escorting a prisoner from Georgia to Montreal. Since then Ryan had been working alone, shifting from one special assignment to another.
