MY SWEET RESCUE BY A GHOST In March 2015, on a walk through Chinatown, something astonishing happened. And here's hoping you've known such a moment yourself. Having written and published a dozen novels, I'd learned how to line up my ducks in a row. The time had come to start work on my fourth Boss MacTavin mystery after months of researching and planning. But first I decided to take a short trip to San Francisco. There, I met with an online friend and fan. And in our walk through Chinatown, Rob said that he really liked the MacTavin mysteries—my intended bread and butter—but that he loved the quirky series I called The Fast and The Furies. He felt that in these short stand-alone novels (each less than 40,000 words) I seemed to have written from far closer to my center. After our walk and lunch, I still had a couple of days to myself. The first day I spent brooding, for I'd come to a Rubicon that I had to cross or evade. Already I had the ghost of an idea...