CHAPTER 4
SEATTLE (Thursday, Nov. 29, 2012) — By the time Lindy was asleep in a hospital room, Mac was an hour away from his six a.m.-shift. He thought about calling in sick, but took a shower, dressed in his khakis, button-down shirt, and headed down to the Seattle Examiner.
Two middle-aged women glanced covertly at him and decided to wait for the next elevator from the parking lot. As Mac rode up to the newsroom alone, he thought about offering to show them his tattoos. It happened about twice a week. He shrugged it off, refusing to admit how much it bugged him.
He checked the fax machine as he made his way to his desk. Nothing new there. He looked around the corner toward his desk, where the night cop reporter was just finishing up. The desk had a scanner, although modern technology
