I haven’t visited Drum Bridge in San Francisco’s Japanese Tea Garden in years. My husband and I kissed on the bridge over twenty years ago in our teens (one of the few romantic moments in our lives).
In Breezy Friends and Bodies, I decided to visit the bridge again. Raina met a man with a Napoleon complex on Drum Bridge to plan the capture of a local crime boss. Mr. Napoleon stood at the highest point so he could tower over her. Typically intimidation tactic.
Yeah, I turned a romantic memory into a creepy one. Do you have any happy memories that would make a good plot point in a mystery novel?
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Anne R. Tan