When I was a child, I wanted to be a detective, and I learned to read upside down, track people using their reflections in shop windows and take fingerprints using talcum powder and sello (scotch) tape. (My parents were smart enough to keep me away from Plaster of Paris.) I even started a Young Detective’s Club (yes, I was that kid). We disbanded after a few weeks because of a dearth of cases. I've never lost my interest in crime-solving and there is always room in my life for another police procedural. So, I suppose it’s fitting that my first novel is my take on the world’s most famous fictional detective.