(Concluding interview with Prime Suspect in the Case of the Novelist)
The detective sat back in her chair and planted her boots on the table.
"So how do you come up with your characters?"
I shrugged. "It is not always easy. Most of the time the story just pops into my head and the characters are born as part of the story. I cannot separate the plot from the people in the story, they are each the product of the other."
She planted her feet on the floor and stared at me. "Do you like boots?"
"I do. Why?"
Her lips quirked. "No reason."
"So what else to you like?"
"Aside from writing, of course, I love reading romance novels, and amateur sleuth murder mysteries."
"Your favourite authors?"
I pursed my lips. There were many, but she probably only wanted the shortlist. "Okay, Here goes. Gena Showalter, Maya Banks, Kerrelyn Sparks, Portia da Costa, Lynn Viehl, Christine Warren, Karen Marie Moning, Maggie Sefton, Alexandra Ivy, Jacquelyn Frank, Elizabeth Lynn Casey, Allyson James..."
"That's quite a mix," she interrupted.
"There are many more. I buy all their books and simply love their stories. What can I say?"
"Any other pursuits?"
"Aside from work, which does take up a lot of pleasure time, I paint abstracts, and I am busy learning Chinese brush painting. I looks so simple, but I still have a long way to go before I would consider myself proficient."
She pushed herself to her feet, and collected the tablet from the table. "You're a hopeless romantic." She paused in turning away. "It is probably one of the reasons that people like your book." She smirked and opened the door. "Get out and go write some more stories about people who fall in love."
I was a little surprised, okay, a lot surprised at the dismissal, but then Jessica Stone was not a character that was easily predictable.
She waved a hand and disappeared.
All things considering I got off lightly, I was not about to throw that away. It took me a minute to leave the headquarters of the police of Sunn City.