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Penny, Louise - All the Devils Are Here

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**The 16th novel by #1 bestselling author Louise Penny finds Chief Inspector Armand Gamache of the Sret du Quebec investigating a sinister plot in the City of Light** On their first night in Paris, the Gamaches gather as a family for a bistro dinner with Armands godfather, the billionaire Stephen Horowitz. Walking home together after the meal, they watch in horror as Stephen is knocked down and critically injured in what Gamache knows is no accident, but a deliberate attempt on the elderly mans life. When a strange key is found in Stephens possession it sends Armand, his wife Reine-Marie, and his former second-in-command at the Sret, Jean-Guy Beauvoir, from the top of the Tour dEiffel, to the bowels of the Paris Archives, from luxury hotels to odd, coded, works of art. It sends them deep into the secrets Armands godfather has kept for decades. A gruesome discovery in Stephens Paris apartment makes it clear the secrets are more rancid, the danger far greater and more imminent, than they realized. Soon the whole family is caught up in a web of lies and deceit. In order to find the truth, Gamache will have to decide whether he can trust his friends, his colleagues, his instincts, his own past. His own family. For even the City of Light casts long shadows. And in that darkness devils hide. **

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Louise Penny is the number one New York Times bestselling author of the bestselling Chief Inspector Gamache series, including Still Life, which won the CWA John Creasey Dagger in 2006. Recipient of virtually every existing award for crime fiction, Louise was also granted The Order of Canada in 2014. She lives in a small village south of Montral.

The Gamache series

Still Life

A Fatal Grace

(prev. UK: Dead Cold)

The Cruellest Month

A Rule Against Murder

(prev. UK: The Murder Stone)

The Brutal Telling

Bury Your Dead

A Trick of the Light

The Beautiful Mystery

How the Light Gets In

The Long Way Home

The Nature of the Beast

A Great Reckoning

Glass Houses

Kingdom of the Blind

A Better Man

All the Devils Are Here

Copyright

Published by Sphere

ISBN: 978-0-7515-7925-3

All characters and events in this publication, other than those clearly in the public domain, are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Copyright Three Pines Creations, Inc 2020

The moral right of the author has been asserted.

Excerpts from Sekhmet, the Lion-Headed Goddess of War, Violent Storms, Pestilence & Recovery from Illness, Contemplates the Desert in the Metrop from Morning in the Burned House: New Poems by Margaret Atwood. Copyright 1995 by Margaret Atwood. Reprinted by permission of Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company. All rights reserved.

Excerpts from Vapour Trails by Marylyn Plessner (2000). Used by permission of Stephen Jarislowsky.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission in writing of the publisher.

The publisher is not responsible for websites (or their content) that are not owned by the publisher.

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Contents

About the Author

The Gamache series

Copyright

Dedication

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Acknowledgements

To Hope Dellon,

a great editor, an even better friend.

Goodness Exists

CHAPTER 1

Hell is empty, Armand, said Stephen Horowitz.

Youve mentioned that. And all the devils are here? asked Armand Gamache.

Well, maybe not here, hereStephen spread his expressive handsexactly.

Here, here was the garden of the Muse Rodin, in Paris, where Armand and his godfather were enjoying a quiet few minutes. Outside the walls they could hear the traffic, the hustle and the tussle of the great city.

But here, here, there was peace. The deep peace that comes not just with quiet, but with familiarity.

With knowing they were safe. In the garden. In each others company.

Armand passed his companion a tartelette au citron and glanced casually around. It was a warm and pleasant late-September afternoon. Shadows were distancing themselves from the trees, the statues, the people. Elongating. Straining away.

The light was winning.

Children ran free, laughing and racing down the long lawn in front of the chteau. Young parents watched from wooden benches, their planks turned gray over the years. As would they, eventually. But for now they relaxed, grateful for their children, and very grateful for the few minutes away from them in this safe place.

A less likely setting for the devil would be hard to imagine.

But then, Armand Gamache thought, where else would you find darkness but right up against the light? What greater triumph for evil than to ruin a garden?

It wouldnt be the first time.

Do you remember, Stephen began, and Armand turned back to the elderly man beside him. He knew exactly what he was about to say. When you decided to propose to Reine-Marie? Stephen patted their own bench. Here? In front of that.

Armand followed the gesture and smiled.

It was a familiar story. One Stephen told every chance he got, and certainly every time godfather and godson made their pilgrimage here.

It was their best-loved place in all of Paris.

The garden on the grounds of the Muse Rodin.

Where better, the young Armand had thought many years earlier, to ask Reine-Marie to marry him? He had the ring. Hed rehearsed the words. Hed saved up six months of his measly salary as a lowly agent with the Sret du Qubec for the trip.

Hed bring the woman he loved best, to the place he loved best. And ask her to spend the rest of her life with him.

His budget wouldnt stretch to a hotel, so theyd have to stay in a hostel. But he knew Reine-Marie wouldnt mind.

They were in love and they were in Paris. And soon, theyd be engaged.

But once again, Stephen had come to the rescue, lending the young couple his splendid apartment in the Seventh Arrondissement.

It wasnt the first time Armand had stayed there.

Hed practically grown up in that gracious Haussmann building, with its floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over the Htel Lutetia. The vast apartment had herringbone wood floors and marble fireplaces and tall, tall ceilings, making each room light and airy.

It was an inquisitive childs paradise, with its nooks and crannies. The armoire with the fake drawers made, he was sure, just for a little boy to hide in. There were assorted treasures to play with, when Stephen wasnt looking.

And furniture perfect for jumping on.

Until it broke.

Stephen collected art, and each day hed choose one piece and tell his godson about the artists and the work. Czanne. Riopelle and Lemieux. Kenojuak Ashevak.

With one exception.

The tiny watercolor that hung at the level of a nine-year-olds eye. Stephen never talked about it, mostly because, hed once told Armand, there wasnt much to say. It wasnt exactly a masterpiece, like the others. Yet there was something about this particular work.

After a day out in the great city, theyd return exhausted, and while Stephen made chocolat chaud in the cramped kitchen, young Armand would drift over to the paintings.

Inevitably, Stephen would find the boy standing in front of the small watercolor, looking into the frame as though it was a window. At the tranquil village in the valley.

Thats worthless, Stephen had said.

But worthless or not, it was young Armands favorite. He was drawn back to it on every visit. He knew in his heart that anything that offered such peace had great value.

And he suspected his godfather thought so, too. Otherwise hed never have hung it with all the other masterpieces.

At the age of nine, just months after both Armands parents had been killed in a car accident, Stephen had brought the boy to Paris for the first time. Theyd walked together around the city. Not talking, but letting the silent little boy think his thoughts.

Eventually, Armand had lifted his head and begun to notice his surroundings. The wide boulevards, the bridges. Notre-Dame, the Tour Eiffel, the Seine. The brasseries, with Parisians sitting at round marble-topped tables on the sidewalks, drinking espresso or beer or wine.

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