Agent L, (not her real name, in case you didn’t cotton on to that) lived in Istanbul for several years before being tossed out on her ear after getting caught in a protest. She’s now in exile in Baltimore, plotting and scheming her next foray onto the world stage, while waiting for word of whether or not she’s on trial for terrorism. She works as, variously, a teacher, (thus the nom de plume thing) a copy editor and a writer, and most recently, a semi-professional library lurker. She enjoys laughing, reading, sleeping, cooking and winning every cocktail party conversation ever with “Oh, you met John Waters? I was in Turkish jail.”
She does not enjoy the company of cats.