Myriad thanks to…
Jennifer Civiletto and Anne Hawkins, whose guidance and insight made this a better book.
Danielle Bartlett, Shari Newman, Buzzy Porter, and Tom Robinson, publicity gurus.
Dr. Vincent Tranchida, New York City medical examiner, for telling me exactly what to expect from a gunshot to the head.
Mark Smith, The Man in Seat Sixty-One, whose breadth of knowledge about the history of rail travel is staggering.
Mike Campbell, provider of boundless insider information on Vienna and title-concept master; Marcus Sakey for tweaking said concept to perfection.
Joyclyn Ellison, Kristy Kiernan, Elizabeth Letts, and Renee Rosen, fiercely talented writers and partners in daily authorial neurosis.
Brett Battles, Laura Bradford, Rob Gregory Browne, Jon Clinch, Karen Dionne, Zarina Docken, Bente Gallagher, Melanie Lynne Hauser, Joe Konrath, Dusty Rhoades, and Sachin Waikar, for keeping me sane, grounded, and entertained.
Laura Morefield and Linda Roebuck, who are simply the best.
Christina Chen, Tammy Humphries, Carrie Medders, and Missy Rightley, friends I can’t imagine being without.
B.S.R., who always knows exactly what I need and makes sure I get it without having to ask. You’ve turned me into a beach girl.
Gary and Stacie Gutting, for boundless support.
Matt and Xander Tyska, for everything. I love you.