Bronwyn examined the wines while Tara dealt cards.<br/>"Ruffino Riserva Ducale Classico Chianti an' Ferrari-Carano Chardonnay." She looked up at Tara. "Ya did yer homework. I'm impressed."<br/>"You're a wine connoisseur?" Sean Malloy asked. He kept eyeballing Bronwyn as if he suspected her of being an alien about to strip off its skin and eat everyone in the room.<br/>"Not really." Bronwyn said as she poured herself a glass of the red. "I just like to research odd things, an' I remember nearly everything I read."<br/>Everyone studied their cards for a moment.<br/>"I don't remember<span style="font-style: italic">everything</span>I read, but I never forget a face." Sean remarked. "Is it the same with you?"<br/>Bronwyn wondered how high the detective would jump if she suddenly leaped up and shouted 'BOO!'. "Aye, faces too."<br/>Wolf's face, for instance. Bronwyn had recognized both Wolf's face and his scent the instant he entered the room. He didn't seem to know himself, however, and Bronwyn was content to let him figure it out for himself.