Chapter 17
SEATTLE (Monday, Dec. 3, 2012, 6 p.m.) — Danny and Shorty had a hole cut in the fence at the base of the hill, parallel to the water end of the house. Less than 30 feet from the fence was some kind of patio/deck with a big glass door into the house.
“Any problems with the fence?” Mac asked, looking at the hole. He could still hear the melee at the top of the hill.
“Nah, they turned off the electricity to the gate when the reporters showed up, I guess,” Danny said. “Stupid shits have the gate wired to the same circuit as the fence. Can’t turn one off without turning off the whole shebang.”
“Thank God for stupidity.” Mac described the scene above.
“We going to go in now with all the fuss up there or wait?” Shorty asked.
Mac hesitated. The guards would most certainly be distr
