Author feud night at my library book club was supposed to be cookies, gossip, and a Q&A. Then a “lost” first chapter appeared, the desk bell rang for order, and the wrong writer hit the floor. By page two, the bell is a weapon.
I moderate. I notice things. Two versions of the chapter with different footers. Watermarks that only match the library copier. A dimmed-lights window that lasts just long enough for a clapper swap. An editor’s margin note that uses “stet” the wrong way. A fan assistant with a shrine. A rival author with a leak. A ghostwriter who talks like a brand manager and knows too much about schedule.
Chief Hart wants me to keep out. I want to know who printed v2 at 6:42 and why the bell’s inside edges glow under UV. My cat Mo wants the plate of cookies. We all have motives.