Chapter 16
SEATTLE (Monday, Dec. 3, 2012, noon) — “What? You think this is an undercover rig?” Mac asked as he climbed into the pickup. Danny slid over, shoving Mac’s backpack toward him with his foot. Mac reached in, checked to make sure his weapons were still in place. Comforted by their feel, he leaned back against the seat.
“Not anybody going to believe I’m driving it, is there?” Shorty said. He swore as the pickup jerked when he let out the clutch. “And nobody going to believe they let you out of jail once they had you. I figure we’re as undercover as we get.”
Mac snorted. “Aren’t you supposed to be at school? Teaching the future of tomorrow?”
“Called in sick. They got a sub,” Shorty said briefly, not looking at Mac.
Mac nodded, didn’t pursue it. Shorty took teaching seriously fo
