“He retreated to his cubicle. His dismissal from the company of cops was connected to a column published in The Gazette the previous morning alluding to police graft. Cops didn’t read the English paper as a rule, but nobody missed this one. They didn’t cry over seeing Captain Gilles Beaubien slapped down a peg, but André LaPierre was one of their own. The word traveling around Headquarters was that Cinq-Mars had sold out one of their own.
Fuming, preoccupied, busy with the paperwork on an old case that was coming to trial, Cinq-Mars failed to notice Rémi Tremblay step into his cubicle. The lieutenant put down a sports bag.
“You’re deep in concentration, Émile.”
“That look. Something’s on your mind I don’t want to hear.”
Seated, his posture erect as usual, Tremblay did a quick, nervous scratch of his pointy chin, as though he dreaded this conversation. “We need to talk. A story’s circulating that you gave up LaPierre and Beaubien to the press.”
Cinq-Mars rubbed the back of his neck.
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