My first career involved chasing wildfires in the interior of Alaska, but it lasted an almost-brief decade; the second focused on the pursuit of wildlife crooks. In the later part of that profession, I started teaching on-scene forensics interpretation and I saw the need for a 78 page "how to" textbook. (Anybody here write about firearms evidence?
) That smallish-work brought me to my second book, which is a memoir of a criminal case I worked in the early part of my second career. The case bothered me and I felt as if it was a story that needed telling; a little bit for me and lot for those interested in the subject.
The success of the second book gave me confidence that perhaps I could write what I loved to read: mystery/thrillers. It'll be published after my editor finishes with her box of red felt tips. I think part of the enjoyment of writing this work was missing the chase and creating a really-bad bad guy that I could sick my protagonist on.