CHAPTER 5
SEATTLE (Friday, Nov. 30, 2012, 6 a.m.)—Janet Andrews was waiting for him at the employee entrance when he got to work the next morning.
“What the hell is going on?” she demanded. She gestured with her coffee cup. “Cops are looking for you.”
“They often are,” he said wryly.
“It’s not a story, Mac,” Janet said firmly. “They said it was personal. Something to do with Donnelly? They want you to come down to the cop shop for questioning. I’m supposed to call them when you show up. So what’s going on?”
Another reporter came into the building. Both fell silent until she left. “Come on,” Janet said. “Let’s go down the street. We can’t talk here.”
Mac trusted Janet Andrews, as much as he trusted anyone at the Examiner, so he walked out of the building with her and down the street t
