You could say I’ve been involved with crime for a long time. Over two decades in law enforcement taught me a lot about human nature, good and bad.

I write about death a lot. Always have. About terminal illness and celestial apocalypse and women killed for the amusement of men. Murderous cults and a family line of women who see people’s deaths when they touch them.

I grew up in Gulfport, Florida, about thirty miles from Tarpon Springs, where in the early 1900s Greek sponge divers plied their trade after an extensive bed of natural sponges was discovered.

Lately, my good luck has been our collective bad luck.

Murder at the Fair is the 6th book in the Lady Eleanor Swift Mystery Series. If you don’t know the books they are set in 1920s England. Lady Swift is a rather independent woman who has spent most of her upbringing abroad among rather Bohemian types.

It was Christmas 2016, and I was having a meal one evening with a friend who is a cyber-crime expert.