The Moment I Met The Big Cheese: As luck would have it, Big-Cheese Agent was coming to New York to meet with some editors and she asked if I could come into the city and meet her at her hotel so we could talk about Waiting for Dead Men’s Shoes. So, of course, I went. My husband accompanied me on the train and he got to watch George Clooney shooting a scene in the street while I had my meeting. Big Cheese asked if we should order wine to celebrate, but I, not wanting to embarrass myself at our first meeting, declined a glass; I figured, and said as much, that we could have that wine when the book was sold. So we talked shop. Mostly, it was her talking about Mumble Mumble – her astronomically best-selling client – and making strange remarks, along the lines of, “I hope Author X won’t be upset at me signing you.” Author X was another of Big Cheese’s clients. Author X wrote mysteries but the setting – really, everything about the books – was nothing like Waiting for Dead Men’s Shoes, so to myself, I couldn’t see what the conflict was. In fact, Big Cheese said a lot of things that struck me as very...non sequitur. Still, I was seeing visions of becoming the Mumble Mumble of the mystery world dancing in my head, so when Big Cheese pulled two copies of a contract out of her satchel with a cavalier, “Oh, what the hell?” and added, “Might as well sign these!” – what else was there for me to do? Of course, I signed.