The revelation that Brisbane was a skillful prizefighter was not the only one disclosed that night. [...] Brisbane was speaking Romany. He was speaking, my addled brain told me, a language that he could not possibly know. But of course he did know it. Fluently and idiomatically, to judge by the laughter of his companions. His hands moved as he spoke, sketching the dramatic gestures that every Roma uses to punctuate his speech.
Nicholas really is a poor man´s Sherlock Holmes ... without having his skills of deduction. He is supposed to solve a crime an the only thing he has done so far is to sit on his ass, waiting for Julia to come up with some weak clues that he can comment on. Or he is having a migraine, which turns him into some kind of freaky, absinth-soaked animal of a man ... if he isn´t in the midst of playing the violin (and making all the women hot and bothered in the process of doing that) or beating the crap out of a Roma.
*Sigh* I can´t wait for this book to be over.
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