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Notes for Chapter Eleven
I roused myself from an ice-cream-fueled Labor Day Weekend torpor to write this for you, dear readers, and I hope you read it in a similar pleasant state.
I found this chapter really difficult to write. The fact that Marla ripped off Rondeau's jaw in a cloak-induced sociopathic state has been part of the character's mythology since the first story I ever wrote about her (and that was, oh, 11 years ago at this point). But I'd never sat down and imagined it thoroughly -- how she got there, how she found him, why he didn't bleed to death, what she did afterward. Fortunately I mentioned in Spell Games that it was Hamil who patched Rondeau up after the accident, so I had some sense of where I was going. There has seldom been a less cute "meet cute" in the history of buddy-cop stories (which is often the vibe in which I write Marla and Rondeau). It's a shame we won't get to see more of Marla and Rondeau being friends and hanging out in this prequel.
Only another six or seven chapters to go. Stay with me...
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