I got so many queries last week about April Woo that I feel guilty. Thank you for loving April. I realize I wrote the first one in 1992, and she was with me for 15 years on a daily (and nightly) basis. I lived and breathed NYPD and April Woo. I dreamed April Woo. I ate Chinese food, and hung out in Chinatowns whoever I could find them. When I went to signings, people checked out my eyes wondering if I am half Chinese. And of course I am, but not by blood. You won’t see my Chinese heritage in my face. But face and Chinese culture has always played an important part in my life. The drive for change and movement is Chinese, too. We always move forward, while honoring the past.