As I pulled back into my lane, I was vaguely aware that the dark van was still with me, but I was too busy to think about much more than slowing the car down. My car sailed over the ditch, shot through a hedge, ripped through a barbed wire fence and plunged, nose first, into the murky water of the Baxter's pond. Oh, damn, I'm going to ruin Connie's scarf. She lives in Greenwich Village and works as a senior associate with a New York architecture firm specializing in historical restoration and public buildings. It's easy to get bogged down, Rosan admits, and she's been tempted to quit.
Every word matters, both in sound and meaning.
But you can't let up, ever, even when there's not much reason to keep going. But nothing I've ever done is more satisfying when it works. Rosan's series includes China Trade, Concourse, Mandarin Plaid, No Colder Place, A Bitter Feast, and the most recent, published last fall, Stone Quarry, all by St. Martin's Press. Rosan is the founder and moderator of a series of panels called Crime Writing and the American Imagination in New York. Eve Colgate's mouth smiled as I put her drink on the scarred tabletop.