The story starts with a body found in front of an old pickup crashed up against the Wrong Way sign on the ramp off Interstate-29. The man's been shot in the head and the gun is still in his hand. Is it suicide or something more insidious?
That scene came to me several years ago, actually, as I was waiting on a ramp and glanced in my rear view and saw the sign. Wrong Way. That seemed like a neat title. Now that I've locked myself into titles with Dead as the start, I had to revise that a bit, but this story started on that momentary glance.
Such is the writer's life. Every little thing can be used.
The draft of Dead Wrong is due at my editor's on October 1st and should be out by the end of the year. If all goes as planned, that is!