A recurring question from readers over the years has been how the idea for Eyes of the Predator, my first novel, came to little old me, a generally buoyant, cheerful, and happy soul (for the most part). It is, admittedly, a dark story. After reading it, some have queried my wife whether she sleeps with one eye open, lying inches away from the brain that envisioned such a dark story.
So, here’s the scoop. Like most of my stories, ‘Predator’ spent some years in the boiling and simmering process...