A special two-fer tonight, folks, straight from Bouchercon, that largest and most impressive of mystery conventions.
“Do I look like I need peyote?”
Asked of me by a writer friend but actually – I think – an answer to someone else at the table at the time.
“Do we have a serial killer following us?”
Asked of me by two little old ladies when I ended up behind them walking down the hallway. You can supply your own joke about whether or not I actually look like one.