“You know who is looking for you.”
“Who?” I replied, my voice heavy with sarcasm. “The Author?”
Unamused, I stared at my friend. The stern look on my face contradicted the playful tone of the response. I knew who Steve was referring to but hated whenever someone referred to the man in the third person. It was as if his profession had become his pseudonym.
Contrary to how others cowered in...