Urban fantasy author Hillary Jacques. Far, far away and generally up to no good.
Who is that handsome lad? Wh-what? Your son, you say? I might have thought him Hercule Poirot's love child were it not for the lock of hair that dared stray and the slightly rumpled, slept-in look of his mystery-solving attire.
Truly, Poirot wouldn't stoop to be seen in such a state.