ALSO BY LEE CHILD
ALSO FROM THE MYSTERY WRITERS OF AMERICA
(edited by Michael Connelly)
(edited by Harlan Coben)
(edited by Linda Fairstein)
CONTENTS
THE FOURTEENTH JUROR
LOST AND FOUND
THE MOTHER
BLIND JUSTICE
THE CONSUMERS
MOONSHINER’S LAMENT
RIVER SECRET
HOT SUGAR BLUES
THE FINAL BALLOT
AFRICA ALWAYS NEEDS GUNS
THE UNREMARKABLE HEART
IT AIN’T RIGHT
SILENT JUSTICE
EVEN A BLIND MAN
THE GENERAL
A FINE MIST OF BLOOD
LEVERAGE
THE HOTLINE
BLOOD AND SUNSHINE
IN PERSONA CHRISTI
THE HOLLYWOOD I REMEMBER
INTRODUCTION
Editing this anthology was a lot of fun — not least because Mystery Writers of America’s invaluable and irreplaceable publications guy, Barry Zeman, did all the hard work. All I had to do was pick ten invitees. And write a story. And then later on read the ten winning stories chosen by MWA’s blind-submission process. Piece of cake. Apart from writing my own story, that is, which I always find hard, but that’s why picking the invitees was so much fun — I love watching something difficult being done really well, by experts.
It was like playing fantasy baseball — who did I want on the field? And just as Major League Baseball has rich seams of talent to choose from, so does Mystery Writers of America. I could have filled ten anthologies. Or twenty. But I had to start somewhere — and it turned out that I already had, years ago, actually, when I taught a class at a mystery writers’ conference in California. One of the after-hours activities was a group reading around a fireplace in the motel. A bit too kumbaya for me, frankly, but I went anyway, and the first story was by a young woman called Michelle Gagnon. It was superb, and it stayed with me through the intervening years. So I e-mailed her about using it for this anthology — more in hope than in expectation, because it was such a great story, I was sure it had been snapped up long ago. But no — it was still available. Never published, amazingly. It is now.
One down.
Then I had to have Brendan DuBois. He’s a fine novelist but easily the best short-story writer of his generation. He just cranks them out, one after the other, like he’s casting gold ingots. Very annoying. He said yes.
Two down.
And I had Twist Phelan on my radar. She’s a real woman of mystery — sometimes lives on a yacht, sometimes lives in Switzerland, knows about oil and banks and money — and she had just won the International Thriller Writers’ award for best short story. I thought,
Three down.
Then there was the overtalented but undersung Jim Fusilli. He wrote two great New York novels that I really loved, and then four more just as good, and he’s the rock music critic for the