Vincente could not stifle the resulting chuckle. Charlotte would be the second child to compare him to Holmes that night, and he must admit, he's found it vaguely flattering. "No, not a real detective - I don't work for the coppers or anything, but I investigate the more mundane things that the coppers are much too busy for. And, I do have someone to help me: it's my best mate, Art." He looked at Dylan, smiling, as if pleading to be excused for the resulting silliness.
An omnivorous reader with a strangely retentive memory for trifles.
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