HER NAME IS GINGER 

HANDLE ACCORDINGLY

It was like a scene from a movie: the beautiful blond screaming on a Washington beach, a dead man lying at her feet; the dashing homicide detective arriving to offer kindness and solace to the distressed lady. What it wasn’t was a restful vacation for Homicide Detective J. P. Beaumont. And now a murderous mix of politics and passion is turning Beau’s holiday into a nightmare–and leading the dedicated Seattle cop into the path of a killer whose blood lust is rapidly becoming an obsession.

While writing the second Beaumont book, I came up against intractable characters for the first time. Fifty pages from the end of the book, I found out that the person I thought was the killer didn’t do it. “Didn’t you have to go back and change the clues?” people asked. And the answer was no. The guy I thought was the killer was innocent the whole time.

While I was writing this book, I was living in a high rise condo. During a temper tantrum, my son threw something down the garbage chute– something that shouldn’t have gone there. Bent on retrieving the item, we headed for the garbage room in the basement. It was the end of a three day weekend. Garbage was backed up into the chute. It took a long time before we finally managed to find and retrieve the missing item. But, as I said earlier–for a writer everything is usable. When it’s time for Beau to go Dumpster diving in Injustice for All, I really knew whereof I spoke.

JAJ

AVON (1986) ISBN 0-360-89641-9