Chapter 29
WASHINGTON, D.C. (Thursday, Dec. 13, 2012) — Mac stretched wearily. He felt like he had been on the phone for f*****g forever. The main office was quiet and dark. The receptionist had gone home at 6 p.m.; other reporters had straggled out of the office another hour or so after that. Mac glanced at the clock; it was 8 p.m. He looked at the others. Troy had finally fallen asleep with his head on the table. He’d gotten very little sleep the night before; Mac didn’t begrudge him now. Kristy was still dialing the phone, her pleasant southern accent beguiling people into talking about that great man — or ruthless son of a b***h. Whichever. Jason glanced up at Mac. Shook his head.
“Amazing,” he said simply. “It’s hard to believe.”
Mac shook his head. “Shouldn’t be,” he said. “How do
