My essay D is for ‘daycare: A mystery novelist encounters a real whodunit is now live at the LA Times.
Cue opening snippet:
“My two private eye novels tweak some of the conventions of the genre and pose questions about the messy nature of identity and reality, but at their core, they are about crime. So I’m a crime writer, right? Then let’s set the scene:
A man drives into a dead-end suburban lane. Basketball hoops in the driveways, skateboards and bikes are left on manicured lawns, wheels pointing up. Kids’ stuff spreads out everywhere, lining the street, as if no one would ever steal from them.”