Here's a link to my recent column in the Wall Street Journal.
I had spotted three union members striking outside a restaurant on 52nd Street, making a fierce racket. I asked them to drive their 12-foot inflatable rat to my old shop and chant the name of one especially heinous buzzard. Before they could do it, my partner's cooler head prevailed. I wound up saving "Operation Union Rat" for one of my novels.
You need a subscription to read the entire column, where I describe buzzard stockbrokers. I hope you enjoy.
The New York Times describes my novels as “money porn,” “a red-hot franchise,” and “glittery thrillers about fiscal malfeasance.” Through fiction I explore the dark side of money and the motivations of those who have it, want more, and will steamroll anybody who gets in their way.