I needed to create a whole life for Imogen in Bastard Verdict, and it’s interesting how choices about a character can lead you to other revelations. And there’s no substitute for traveling the paths your characters will walk.

I took two writing courses from the Sci-Fi writer Joanna Russ. She would drill through short story drafts, asking students, “What did the sky look like?” “Where is the sun?” “What are the smells in the air?” She didn’t mean that you had to give a moment-to-moment disquisition on the weather, but that you, the writer, had to know–and SEE–it in order to render a successful scene, regardless of which details you chose to use.

While scouting locations for Bastard Verdict, I was staying in Glasgow’s West End, which was fantastic. And I could see Imogen wanting to be there. I certainly did! And I hoped some of that enthusiasm came through on the page.

She was a visiting scholar at University of Glasgow, and I decided that she should take a one-year lease on a flat on Bentinck Street in Glasgow’s West End. And that she could walk to work at the university (Adam Smith bldg) through beautiful and inspiring Kelvingrove Park–a fifteen to twenty minute walk. It seemed perfect.

A Glaswegian friend said that sounded nice, “but she doesn’t walk through there at night, right?” (I hadn’t thought about that, frankly.)

So, I started out one morning from Bentinck Street and I walked the route in early morning, and again in that night, coming down from campus.

That morning, I entered the park from Kelvingrove Street and ambled through, navigating by keeping the university’s high tower in view. I stopped twice to write down impressions, to make quick, written sketches of what I was seeing, what the air was like, who was about. Coming back through at night, I did not tarry anywhere. I didn’t feel threatened in any way, but I did see that maybe walking through the park late at night would be a mistake. Still, early morning and early evening was lovely.

Looking at the university’s skyline through the trees, I was reminded of Oxford’s “dreaming spires,” which I grew to love when we lived there on two separate occasions.

But there was a difference in the Glasgow University skyline.

So, as Imogen walks through the park with Ian Ross in fading daylight, I wrote:

<<Imogen stopped and turned round to face the main building’s neo-Gothic tower, looming over the park’s trees.

“It’s almost too dark now,” she said to him, “but I love seeing the university from here. I’ve only seen pictures of Oxford University’s ‘dreaming spires,’ but I think I like these better. There’s no dreaming here, but slow-burn energy, dark jets of coal fire poking out over the trees.”

“But not after dark,” said Ross. “Here, I mean.”>>

I liked the image of “jets of coal fire,” because that’s what I saw myself, and it reminded me of my boyhood in Edinburgh. Our tenement didn’t have central heating, only coal fireplaces in the main rooms. As a boy of ten years old, I was endlessly fascinated with the small bursts of coal fire poking through the embers.

As much as I liked it, though, I vacillated over whether to keep the passage in. Though the book’s written in third-person, it’s Imogen’s consciousness, we’re “looking over her shoulder,” and I wondered where (or whether) she’d seen a coal fire. She’s originally from the small town of Ripley, Ohio, right across the Ohio River from Kentucky. (She and Ewan, from Alyth, bond over their small-town experiences.)

Ripley, OH, is a bit west of “coal country.” The bituminous coal seams hew closer to the border with West Virginia. But it’s pretty close.

So I took a leap. I hope it works for readers.

Kelvingrove Park will end up playing yet another role later in the story…

Up next, spare ground and settings for murder.

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Bastard Verdict is available now in paperback, and eReader!

YOU DON’T NEED TO WIN, JUST DON’T LOSE
In politics, people cheat to win, or because they’re afraid to lose. The difference can be deadly.

Imogen will risk what’s left of her standing, her career–and maybe her life–to get at the truth.

James McCrone is the author of the Imogen Trager political suspense-thrillers Faithless Elector, Dark Network , and Emergency Powers–noir tales about a stolen presidency, a conspiracy, and a nation on edge. Bastard Verdict, his fourth novel, is about a conspiracy surrounding a second Scottish Independence referendum. To get the details right for the new thriller, he drew on his boyhood in Scotland and scouted locations for scenes in the book while attending Bloody Scotland.

All books are available on BookShop.org, IndyBound.org, Barnes & Noble, your local bookshop, and Amazon. eBooks are available in multiple formats including Apple, Kobo, Nook and Kindle.

He’s a member of MWA, Int’l Assoc. of Crime Writers, and he’s the new president of the Delaware Valley Sisters in Crime chapter. He lives in Philadelphia. James has an MFA from the University of Washington in Seattle. His current, work-in-progress is a mystery-thriller set in Oregon’s wine country…A (pinot) Noir, called Witness Tree.

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His most recent short fiction is below. The first is available for online reading.

“Eight O’Clock Sharp” in Retreats from Oblivion: the Journal of NoirCon. (free online)
Set in Philadelphia’s 9th Street Market, Thomas is a man outside of time, forgotten, but trying to do the right thing while contending with avaricious forces.

“Ultimatum Games” in Rock and Hard Place magazine issue #7
A rare book heist, bad decisions. The narrator and his partner-in-crime clash over evolving bourgeois norms.

“Nostalgia” in Low Down Dirty Vote, vol. 3
An armed group tries to resurrect a past that never was as they struggle with change.