The Characters I Write About

I Wrote My First Real Murder Story As A Journalist For The Daytona Beach News Journal In 1980. It Was About A Body Found In The Woods. Later, The Murder Was Linked To A Serial Killer Who Was Later Caught And Executed For His Crimes.

Well, Did He Do It?" She Always Asked The Irrelevant Question. It Didn't Matter In Terms Of The Strategy Of The Case Whether The Defendant "did It" Or Not. What Mattered Was The Evidence Against Him -- The Proof -- And If And How It Could Be Neutralized. My Job Was To Bury The Proof, To Color The Proof A Shade Of Gray. Gray Was The Color Of Reasonable Doubt.

There Is No Client As Scary As An Innocent Man.

Maybe It Has Something To Do With Being A Reporter For A Long Time That I Don't Look To Newspapers And Television And So Forth For Inspiration Most Of The Time.

Las Vegas Was Like That. There Was A Visceral Attraction Here. The Bold Promise Of Money And Sex. But The First Was A Broken Promise, A Mirage, And The Second Was Fraught With Danger, Expense, Physical And Mental Risk. It Was Where The Real Gambling Took Place In This Town.