She didn't flirt with him, but they hung out together a lot, and every time I saw their heads bent over a computer screen or map, it made my stomach clench. And my teeth. And my fists.

Once I was seated, I couldn't help people-watching. I'll admit it, I'm an addict from way back.

Sometimes a happy delusion is better than grim reality.

i play a mean harmonica

I did know that the book would end with a mind-boggling trial, but I didn't know exactly how it would turn out. I like a little suspense when I am writing, too.

What, eBay isn't good enough for us?

I don't think of myself as a writer.