


These are the words of Jake Mishkin, whose seemingly innocent job as an intellectual property lawyer has put him at the center of a deadly conspiracy and a chase to find a priceless treasure involving William Shakespeare. Does it matter, when you read, if the person who wrote still lives? I could be dead by the time anyone actually gets to read them, as dead as, say, Tolstoy. Tap-tapping the keys and out come the words on this little screen, and who will read them I hardly know.
