Chapter 25
EL PASO, TEXAS (Monday, Dec. 10, 2012, 10 p.m.) — Mac sat by the window in the hotel room, reading through the documents that had caused so much grief. A small lamp was angled just at the table in front of him, protecting Kristy from the light.
Mac put the pages down, rubbed his eyes. For the life of me, I cannot see what is worth all this trouble, he thought.
He no longer believed Parker had panicked, over-reacted. It didn’t ring true with this resume, these missions, these skills. Parker was a stone-cold, calculating son of a b***h. He did not panic. Not over this collection of public documents.
Mac sighed. He got another Mountain Dew from the sack of groceries he’d brought in earlier. Empty boxes of Church’s Fried Chicken were piled in the garbage. He glanced at the bed w
