The Murder Stone Paperback
by Louise Penny
Part of the Chief Inspector Gamache series
It's the height of summer, and the wealthy Finney family have gathered at the Manoir Bellechasse to pay tribute to their late father.
But as the temperature rises, old secrets and bitter rivalries begin to surface.
When the heat wave boils over into a mighty storm, a dead body is left in its wake.
Chief Inspector Gamache, a guest at the Bellechasse, finds himself with a building full of suspects.
With the hotel locked down, the murderer is trapped.
But a cornered predator is always the most dangerous of all...
- Format: Paperback
- Pages: 432 pages
- Publisher: Little, Brown Book Group
- Publication Date: 02/06/2011
- Category: Crime & mystery
- ISBN: 9780751547535
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Review by lit_chick
“But Pandora’s box wouldn’t be shut. Not again. The demons had already escaped and were swirling around the Manoir Bellechasse, feeding and growing. And killing.” (Ch 22)The wealthy Morrow family gathers at Manoir Bellechasse, a remote and beautiful lodge in the Eastern Townships of Quebec, for its family reunion. The Morrows are an odd assembly of characters: moneyed, but cruel and untrustworthy. It happens that the purpose of this particular rendezvous is to erect an enormous, several-ton marble status commemorating recently deceased head of family, Charles Morrow. It also happens that Chief Inspector Armand Gamache, of the Quebec Surete, and his wife are at the lodge the same weekend. The festivities are interrupted when the gigantic statue falls over and kills Julia Morrow. Logistically, the fall could not have been accidental. A family member? Already on the scene, Gamache lauches the investigation and calls for his team to join him at the Manoir. True to form, the Chief Inspector recalls that murder is always personal:“Murder was deeply human. A person was killed and a person killed. And what powered the final thrust wasn’t a whim, wasn’t an event. It was an emotion. Something once healthy and human had become wretched and bloated and finally buried. But not put to rest. Not conscience, not fear, not social convention could contain it. When that happened, all hell broke loose. And a man become a murderer.” (Ch 10)