This is the 13th Inspector Gamache novel, and I am an unabashed fan. Gamache is now the head of the Surete de Quebec. He and Reine-Marie live in Three Pines, and are thoroughly integrated into village life. One day, a dark figure, masked and gowned in black, appears on the village green, an echo of an ancient debt collection practice with deep roots in Spain. The villagers are unnerved, but there is nothing that can be done, by Gamache or anyone else. Then the figure disappears, and a body is found in the basement of the church. The novel’s narration goes back and forth between the village in November and a trial in the hot courthouse the following July. Woven in, and ultimately key to the story, is a daring crime-fighting move by the Surete. These books get better and better.