Chapter 26
El PASO, TEXAS (Wednesday, Dec. 12, 2012) — At 7:30 a.m. Mac waited in the courthouse employee’s parking lot. Three parking places were labeled D.A. Investigators. How convenient, Mac thought, warming his hands in his pockets. Thanks to Springer’s traffic violations, he even knew the vehicle he was looking for: a black Dodge Ram. He wasn’t ruling out that the man might have more than one vehicle. But it was a start.
The Ram pickup pulled into one of the designated spots at 7:50 a.m. Mac walked up quickly to the driver’s door before Springer could get out. “Rob Springer,” Mac said.
“Yeah?”
Springer was 45ish, military gone a bit soft, short blond hair, blue eyes. He wasn’t afraid, barely even annoyed... yet.
“I’m Mac Davis.”
Springer’s eyes narrowed. Mac opened the door, sh
