Chapter 13
SEATTLE (Sunday, Dec. 1, 2012, 1 p.m.) — The booking procedures hadn’t changed much. Different jail, same assholes, Mac thought sourly as he submitted to a complete strip search. He dressed in jail garb, no belts, no shoestrings. Everyone was professional, no one commented even though some of them knew him, had been quoted in his stories. No one met his eyes. He was just as glad.
He wanted to scream I didn’t do it! No one would believe him. Everyone in here said they didn’t do it, regardless of whether they did or not.
Don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time, was Toby’s advice when they ran the streets together. Of course, neither of them ever expected to do the time. He’d sat in a jail cell at 17, waiting to see if they were going to try him as an adult or treat him as a
