At forty-one, Will Gerard's life finally seems to be coming together. He has worked in publishing for years, but only now as a newly minted literary agent based in his hometown of Washington, D.C., has he struck pay dirt. A couple of high-profile sales and a glowing profile of Will in The Washington Post have lent him a measure of fame not to mention a flood of mail in the form of unpublishable manuscripts and query letters. One letter is from a young woman who hints that he might be her biological father.