The writing life is rarely straightforward. There I was, happily researching anthropology when a niggling voice at the edge of my consciousness kept pestering me. At first, I tried to ignore it, but it just got louder. I sighed and started to pay attention, and a woman’s voice got clearer. Anais Quinn refused to be silenced, or even wait until I was ready. She’s been nattering at me, telling me details, tidbits of her life, at all hours. So now I’m falling down a totally different rabbit-hole…for me.
“Tool marks where a door was forced open can indicate a point of entry, shoe prints can show a path of travel, and bloodstains can indicate an area where the conflict occurred…”
Want to take a guess what Anais Quinn does for a living?