Chapter 18
SEATTLE (Monday, Dec. 3, 2012, 7 p.m.) — Mac watched the house, the roof and the shorefront over Danny’s body. He almost shot Nick Rodriguez and Stan Warren as they came around the corner of the house. He shoved his weapon out of sight, in the back of his pants, and shrugged his shirt down over it.
“Bout time you showed up,” Mac said.
“Got a call from my ma,” Warren said. He looked at Danny’s body. “Dead?” Warren asked. Mac nodded. Warren glanced up at the roofline.
“Parker here?” he asked next.
Mac shook his head. “They took him out by boat hours ago — about the time I got out of jail,” he said with a glance at Rodriguez. Rodriguez was calling for an ambulance for Danny’s body.
“No way to pin it on Parker?”
“No.”
“Damn,” Warren said. There was a note to his voice Mac co
