Circumstantial
Evidence?
You know, it’s
occurred to me that we writers put ourselves in danger sometimes. What with
modern technology and the plethora of information available online at our
fingertips, we can visit anywhere –
usually via revolving screen shots that tour everything from Vegas to the
Vatican. We can find information
about anything. From archaic alchemy formulas purporting
to change metal into gold to precise instructions for saying the Rosary.
And therein lies
the problem. Over the past years,
how many trials have featured the defendant’s computer as one of the star
witnesses? Because face it, unless
you’re a computer whiz yourself, you don’t know how to wipe your computer’s
memory, now do you? I don’t mean
clear out the recent browsing history, occasionally I can actually do
that. I mean the “innards” of your
computer. Where, the experts tell
us, our entire online life is
recorded. Forever. Unless you’ve
got one of those wiping devices from the CIA, of course, and I don’t know about
you, but I just don’t have a lot of those high tech luxuries on my shelf.
So. How easy a target would a writer be to
set up for all manner of criminal shenanigans? Me, for example.
Well, let’s see. Over the
past few years I’ve learned how to obtain a marriage license 24/7 in Vegas and
where to go to use it. I know
where prostitution’s legal in Nevada and where it isn’t. (And actually, it isn’t legal in Las
Vegas). I’ve got a passing acquaintance with Voo-Doo and its hierarchy of
spirits. I’ve checked out the quality and measurement of various controlled
substances, the styles and types of different handguns and the damages each can
inflict. I know the Temple of Isis at Pompeii was excavated in 1764. I know
golems are creatures from Jewish mythology made of sand who do their makers
bidding.
The problem is,
somewhere in the inner workings of my laptop, it’s recorded for anyone who
knows how to access it that I’ve researched all these things. So theoretically, it wouldn’t be all
that hard to build a circumstantial case against me that I’m planning to off my
husband by means of a golem armed with a .357 Magnum, run away to Vegas, open a
brothel, and practice black magic, now would it?
If you’d like to
see the results of all this web-crawling, hop on over to my web-blog, http://gailroughton.blogspot.com where you can view the final results of all
this incriminating research.
Because none of my books would have been possible without it. And keep an eye out for The Coven, coming soon from Books We
Love, Ltd.
The Coven
Chad and Ariel Garrett are off to Bikers’ Week in Daytona! Chad’s buddy Spike, bounty-hunter
turned pediatrician, is coming out from Vegas to go with them. And Ariel’s little sister Stacy’s
riding, too.
But you really didn’t think the Warlock and Witch private investigative
team could get away with having a few days off, did you? Of course not. Chad got a call about an undercover
agent riding with an OMG. An Outlaw
Motorcycle Gang. The guys with the
1% patch on their jacket. The agent’s
MIA. As in “Missing in
Action”. Any law enforcement
agency looking around for somebody who can talk the talk and walk the walk –
well, of course the first person
they’re going to call is Chad Garrett.
The broomstick rides again.
Disguised as a Honda. (Bet you thought I was going to say Harley, didn’t
you? Sorry. Chad’s a Honda man.)
Note from Ginger: You can't miss Gail's War-N-Wit series. It's awesome. I can't wait for the Coven. *smile*
Note from Ginger: You can't miss Gail's War-N-Wit series. It's awesome. I can't wait for the Coven. *smile*
