“We thought you were home. One of my men had you staked out. Then when we got there, you’d gone — out the back,” Addison said. “Parker had a tight script he expected us to follow. When you weren’t there, we needed to find you fast.”
“So you beat up my aunt to get her to tell you.”
Addison shrugged. Mac went on, ignoring his silence. “You went to Johnnie's with a hokey story and rapped me over the head. Why such a story and why use Kristy’s picture?”
Addison sighed. “Parker figured if Maxim or Brown had been in touch with you, you’d recognize Kristy’s picture. You didn’t seem to, but I couldn’t tell for sure. Parker didn’t want you running around asking questions either. He had a hard-on about a Seattle reporter getting drawn into this. The more he learned about you, the worse he got. Th
