Long ago, after my first novel, Cloudburst, was published, I received a thickish envelope through my publisher. Inside was another envelope addressed to me in care of them.

FAN MAIL! I have fans! I was overjoyed.

Full stop with that cartoon tire screeching sound. Wait...what is the return address? A prison in Florida? I quickly did some math--Ted Bundy had already been executed. Not him. Whew.

So, I open up the envelope and inside what do I find? The dust jacket to Cloudburst, neatly folded...