Chapter 10
SEATTLE (Saturday, Dec. 1, 2012, 2 p.m.)— Mac was standing on the pier right at the top of the hour. He leaned against the railing and watched the crowd stroll by. Tourists for the most part. A few commuters headed toward the ferries to the rich places like Bainbridge Island. His stomach growled. The man who walked up to him was both familiar and unfamiliar. The easy gait, the cautious eyes that noticed everything, the alertness — Mac would recognize those things anywhere. The lines and the gray in his hair were a shock.
“Hello, Shadow. Long time,” the man said. He leaned against the pier next to Mac.
“You staying in past your 20?” Mac asked abruptly.
Kellerman winced. “You know how to make an old man feel old, don’t you?” he said. “No. I’m not. A non-com, attached to the Pe
