Mac’s eyes were cold. “Not me,” he said. “I did what you showed us to do — and bit its damn head off.” The window rolled up, and the Lexus backed away, leaving Kellerman looking after them.
“Now what, boss?” Shorty asked, cruising slowly down past Pike Place, dodging tourists, kids, and the homeless.
Mac pulled his backpack from under the back seat, handed Shorty a piece of paper with a list of addresses on it. “We scope out these properties,” he said.
Shorty glanced at it. “Who we after? Bill Gates or something?”
“Howard Parker,” Mac said shortly.
Shorty yelped. “f**k, Mac, couldn’t you have found a smaller fish to fry than that? Like a barracuda?”
“What’s the matter, he on your school board or something?”
Shorty shook his head. “No that’s a different Parker — cousin I believe. Ser
