CHAPTER 9
SEATTLE (Saturday, Dec. 1, 2012, early morning) — Mac woke up to the sound of the fax machine spitting out pages. He was instantly awake, no drowsy awakening. He identified the sound as the fax, relaxed for a moment. Janet’s list of nominees. He looked at the clock: 7:30 a.m. He got up, padded into the shower.
First on his agenda was an old Marine buddy who needed to do some more talking. He dressed in baggy jeans, T-shirt. He laced up his New Balance, shrugged the jeans down over them.
Quietly he went down the hall to guest bedroom where Danny slept. Danny was snoring. Mac unzipped Danny’s duffel bag, carefully rummaging through the bag: jeans, shaving kit, and a book. Mac pulled it out. Danny hadn’t been much of a reader; Mac didn’t suppose that changed much.
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