Tomorrow I’ll stand at a train station, metaphorically speaking, and wave goodbye to a cast of characters who overstayed their welcome by a least a year. A long with my relief, I’ll feel a certain sadness as I wave them goodbye. They were born on the whim of an idea, shadowy, devoid of personality and an inability to utter anything that didn’t sound like a cliché. It’s always like that in the beginning and The Betrayal was never going to be any different. Not that my book was