"In Barnet?" he repeats, studying her. Kenzi's language does nothing to ease his suspicion that she is, in fact, lying to him.

"Where in Barnet, then, if you do remember the name? Perhaps we might narrow it down."

Barnet is not devoid of bookshops, after all, and small as it may be he cannot disregard the fact that she might be telling the truth entirely. Perhaps she may even cite a street whereupon there is a book shop he could believe to have stocked it.

Or else, she will be caught in a lie or loss of memory. He stares her down with his small, hard eyes and lofts waits some more.