Chapter 12
SEATTLE (Sunday, Dec. 2, 2012, 8:30 a.m.) — Janet Andrews was at a near run when she hit the newsroom. She was wearing black leggings and T-shirt, looking like she was heading toward the gym, not the office.
Mac looked up from his computer when she came flying through. She’s off today, he thought, frowning. He started to say something, but she strode past, not appearing to notice him.
At the door of the conference room, she slowed down, took a deep breath, squared her shoulders. The she opened the door and went in.
Mac turned back to his computer, typing up the small incidents he’d collected from the various police and fire departments. He had a call into the P.D. to follow up on Donnelly, but no one had returned the call yet. Sunday’s were slow.
He looked again at the conf
