The model's audition photo. When I saw it I still couldn't see McLaren in the face, but my friend Mary, who was here and looking at the computer monitor, said quite enthusiastically, "That's McLaren!" I believed her...she's read Siren Song. The specs for McLaren were fairly simple: a guy who looks to be in his 30s, muscular, and ruggedly handsome. The model came through on all requirements, I think, even if I still can't see McLaren in the resulting photos!
Don took about a dozen photos of McLaren and the silver clue. An important event in the story. I shake my head over Don's memory. Not only does he know events in the books but he also knows character names (like the Mahmoods in A Terrible Enemy -- something I've long forgotten!!!) Don can tell you details, what happens in the plot.... When we were discussing a few ideas about poses for the photo shoot, Don would say something like, "I've got a fallen tree on my property. I'll saw off some of the limbs and I can use that for the scene when McLaren moves the trunk with his car bumper." Again, I shake my head. How many people would remember that incident?
A great shot of McLaren at a stonewall. I figured he would have muscular arms now even if he didn't as a cop. A year of shifting stones about would either give you a nice set of biceps or land you in the chiropractor's office!