Vincente listened, eyebrow raised, as the eldest child (what was her name again? Not Owen, but something similarly boyish-sounding) made a little rant about "interesting". He nearly chimed in about murderers and "interesting", but refrained due to young Fox speaking again.
"I'm an antiques dealer. But, apropos of murderers," he gave Auden, and then Fox, a mischievous, conspirational glance, "I've played detective a few times, you know."
An omnivorous reader with a strangely retentive memory for trifles.
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