The doorbell rings. Foolishly, I answer, even though it could be a madman, ready to stab me to death.
Fortunately, it’s my Friendly Neighborhood UPS-Man, armed only with one of those stylus things they have you sign your name with.
And what is in the box he delivers to me? Is it a severed head? Is it a clue to a murder?
No. It’s this:
Lovely, blood-spattered advance galleys of I Hunt Killers!
Will I be giving these away to BLog readers in the near future? Why, yes, I believe I will. Stay tuned…