Bones in the Basement

To write a murder mystery, I first have to decide on the dead body. Friends of mine live next door to this house, where bones were found in concrete laid in the basement. How freaky to find out the old guy who lived next door was entombed below the house. That got me thinking about my next book, my next murder. And I want to do bones. Often it’s a glimpse of an idea.

For Bleak Town, I wanted someone who killed men, rather than the usual serial killer targeting women. For The Damp Zone, I wanted a cult of personality. This time it’s bones.