“Lucy said that Havana was one of her favorite haunts. I found it oddly touching that she had used the word haunt. Outside, a cold rain was falling, which made me feel like a real detective. Or rather, like a real detective from the movies. Here I was, in a café, on a rainy day, sitting across from a woman who didn’t match her name, and was the old flame of a man who had disappeared, a man whose ghost I was stalking. It was a movie I had seen before, wrapped within dozens of other movies. Except I was in it, though there was no one watching me from the cushy perspective of passive audience. Or was there? I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching. Always watching. No wonder Santa Claus was such a polarizing figure.”

Excerpt from No One Dreams in Color.
Coming April 14 (Unsolicited Press).