Death Beside the Seaside (Lady Hardcastle Mystery, #6)

by T.E. Kinsey

‘You’re champing at the bit just as much as I am. You already have a plan.’ ‘It’s more a case of being compelled by a nun,’ I said. ‘Force of habit?’ ‘Exactly that.’

Although I’m not bad at faces. I affect a little anomia from time to time, but mostly because it amuses me to have you irritatedly correct me when I get people’s names wrong. But faces . . . that’s another matter entirely. I never forget a face.