THAT WAS IT, that simple and straightforward phrase (“if not, my editors and colleagues will finish and publish”): the seed of the idea that would grow into Forbidden Stories. If I can’t my finish my work, I’m counting on you to finish it for me. Five years later, here in an office just a kilometer away from my old building on Rue Nicolas-Appert, Forbidden Stories was real. We were already in the middle of our third major investigation.
