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Chapter 46
They left for Burgundy on Saturday at seven o’clock precisely.Isabelle drove. Lucas navigated. The compromise on speed was reached on Friday evening and involved a number that both had accepted without fully conceding. The car — Isabelle’s, a dark green Citroën that had opinions about hills — moved through the early Paris streets with the ease of a city not yet fully awake.By the time they reached the périphérique the sun was arriving low and precise over the eastern rooftops, the kind of light that made even motorway architecture look considered.“Sleep if you want,” Isabelle said. “I know the route to Lyon.”“We are not going to Lyon.”“I know we are not going to Lyon. I said until Lyon. The navigation changes after Beaune.”“Beaune is not Lyon.”“No,” she agreed. “It is considerably better.” She looked at the road. “Sleep. You have not slept properly since Monday.”He had not slept properly since Monday. The verdict had produced a particular quality of restlessness — not anxiety,
Chapter 45
The closing arguments lasted the morning.Madame Voss presented first. She was methodical and entirely without theatre — the footage, the testimony, the transfers, each element placed beside the next with the precision of someone constructing something that needed no decoration to stand. She spoke for forty minutes. When she finished the argument was complete in the way that simple, well-supported things are complete. Nothing left requiring interpretation.Perrin spoke for an hour.He was skilled. Lucas had known this from the beginning and continued to know it throughout the closing. He worked the gaps where gaps existed — the question of intent, the distinction between instructing a crime and failing to prevent one, the psychological context of a man displaced from an inheritance he had been promised for a decade. He was persuasive in the way that good lawyers were persuasive regardless of the evidence against them.But the transfers were there. The footage was there. Favre’s testim
Chapter 44
Édouard took the stand on the third morning.Lucas had been watching him for two days from the gallery — the careful composure, the stillness of the hands, the way his eyes moved through the courtroom without ever settling on the public gallery where Lucas sat. It was a studied performance. Not dishonest exactly. Simply constructed. The difference between a man being himself and a man managing the presentation of himself was visible if you knew what to look for.Lucas knew what to look for.He had spent three years in a household of people who managed their presentations with professional precision. He had learned to read the gap between the surface and what moved beneath it.Édouard was frightened. Not of the verdict — or not primarily. Of being seen clearly. Of the particular exposure that a courtroom produced when the evidence was this complete and the exits were all closed.Perrin opened the examination with the confidence of a man who had prepared his client thoroughly and believ
Chapter 43
Isabelle was called at nine-fifteen on the second morning.Lucas watched her walk from her seat to the witness stand with the same quality of movement she brought to everything — unhurried, deliberate, entirely herself. She did not look at Édouard. She did not look at the gallery. She looked at the prosecutor and waited.The prosecutor was Madame Voss. Fifty, precise, with the particular economy of someone who understood that a courtroom was not a stage and treated it accordingly.“Madame Fontaine,” she began. “Please describe your boulangerie for the court.”Isabelle folded her hands on the rail in front of her.“It is on Rue des Archives in the Marais,” she said. “I opened it six years ago. I run it alone with one part-time member of staff. We open at seven in the morning and close at six in the evening, six days a week.” She paused. “It is not a large operation. But it is entirely mine. Every decision about what we make and how we make it has been mine from the beginning.”“And on
Chapter 42
The trial opened on a Monday.Lucas had been to the Palais de Justice before — once, with Sébastien, for a preliminary procedural matter that had required his signature and nothing more. That visit had been administrative. Brief. The building had been simply a building.This was different.He arrived at eight-thirty. The courtroom was formal and cold in the way that places built to administer consequence tend to be — high ceilings, pale stone, the particular acoustic quality that made every sound deliberate. He took a seat in the public gallery with Sébastien beside him.Isabelle sat two rows forward with her lawyer. She had chosen not to sit with Lucas. He understood why without asking — she was here as the injured party, not as his partner. Those were separate roles and she had no interest in blurring them.She did not look back at him. He did not expect her to.Édouard entered at nine.Lucas had not seen him since the board meeting — the empty chair, the unanimous vote for removal.
Chapter 41
Gérard Beaumont’s letter arrived on a Wednesday.Not through lawyers. Not through the administration. A personal envelope, handwritten address, delivered to the Moreau Group’s office and passed to Sébastien who passed it to Lucas without comment.Lucas took it to the apartment before opening it.He sat at the table by the window. The Marais is outside doing its ordinary Wednesday afternoon. He held the envelope for a moment, then opened it.Three pages. The handwriting of a man who had been sitting with something for a long time — slightly uneven, the pressure of the pen varying, the kind of writing that happened when the hand was following the mind rather than leading it.He read it without stopping.Gérard did not apologise for the dinner table cruelties. He did not apologise for the job front comments, the coat, or the three years of pleasant, systematic diminishment. He apologised for something smaller and more precise.The first evening you came to our house I handed you my coat
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