Chapter 19
SEATTLE (Monday, Dec. 3, 10 p.m.) — Lindy came back into the living room. “Cops gone?” she asked.
“Yeah. What are you doing here anyway?” Mac asked.
Lindy handed a platter of sandwiches around. “By the way, I’m Lindy, Mac’s aunt.”
Mac introduced Kristy and Troy.
“You were saying,” he prompted.
“I got a call from some attorney. Didn’t give his name. Said he wanted to set up a meeting with us for tonight at 10:30 p.m. — without the police. Wanted me and all of you to be present.” She smiled at Shorty. “Well, he didn’t specifically say you, Shorty, but you’re always welcome here.”
“An attorney? Was it Leatherstocking?” Mac asked.
“Didn’t say. Is that the attorney at the newspaper? Why would he want to meet with me?” Lindy looked at Mac sternly. “And what did the officer mea
