Every year at this time I thank my editor, Charlie Spicer, and my agent, Elisabeth Weed, and then somehow immediately fall deeper into their debt. I think this is the economic model Greece was working on. But it’s mostly their fault: they’re such thoughtful readers, such warm people, and such true friends that my deficit can only continue to grow.
There’s a group of professionals at Minotaur who really understand and love Charles Lenox and who make publishing these stories about him a joy. Andy Martin, April Osborn, Paul Hochman, Martin Quinn, Sarah Melnyk, Hector DeJean—you’re a dream team.
My family and my friends are the best part of my life, and whatever is good in this book I owe to them. It would be convenient to blame them correspondingly for whatever is bad in the book, but those parts, alas, are always the writer’s own.