England, lock up your daughters. I’m off, winging across the Atlantic for the Theakston Old Peculiar Crime Writing Festival. Really looking forward to hanging with my UK peeps, meeting the ferociously brilliant Cathi Unsworth and getting into all sorts of trouble with my beloved con-husband Martyn Waites.
Not sure what sort of internet access I’ll have, but I’ll check in when I can. See you on the other side.