Bones tell me the story of a person's life - how old they were, what their gender was, their ancestral background.

I have a cotillion event. Some yacht-club charity fundraiser thingy. Whitney is insisting, and Kit took her side.” Three wide smiles. “Oh shut up.

One of the surprising things I hadn't expected when I decided to write crime fiction is how much you are expected to be out in front of the public. Some writers aren't comfortable with that. I don't have a problem with that.

I tend to watch a lot of movies at home. It's nice to be close to the refrigerator with my pyjamas on and just relax.

Chance wore a white tuxedo with tails. On anyone else? Doopy. On him? Yes, please.

I have come to think of violence as a self-perpetuating mania of the power of the aggressive over those less strong.

I'm not writing great literature. I'm writing commercial fiction for people to enjoy the stories and to like the characters.