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So far, B.C. had managed to survive the cultural shock of Chambers Bay, the discovery of the three victims, an attempted rape, and two days in very close proximity to yours truly. She was road tested and proving fairly serviceable. On the third morning we did what writers do best, hopefully, we wrote. That is to say, I organized my stack of file cards, and Brenda entertained herself by diligently constructing a logic tree, an old Cosmo device that tests the theory that everything related to the events traces back to one tap root. There was one curious thing about it. I had to show young Brenda how to do it because, she indicated, Cosmo never |
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