"Who are you anyway? You must be famous if that many people were after you like that." "Uh..." he looks away from me and out the window as I take a turn. "I'm a writer. Yeah. One of my books just got really big and... Well, you saw everything firsthand." "Really? What's it called?" If it's popular, I may have heard of it. But then again, the name Levin doesn't ring a bell. He finally says, "You know, you can just look up 'Levin Wright author'." I nod slowly. Why do I feel like he's lying to me?