Chapter 14
(Seattle Examiner, Monday, May 5, 2014)
Monday morning, 6 a.m. and Mac hadn’t slept well. Nightmares again. Happened. Unfortunately, police blotter calls also happened regardless of how much sleep — or how little sleep — Mac had. So, he grimly plowed through them. Nothing hugely exciting, but given his current headache, lack of sleep and lingering nightmare — the ugly one of being left in a car by himself at age four or so and crying, hungry, terrified his mother wasn’t coming back — he was relieved to have the blotter done. He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes for a moment, letting the stress and adrenaline of deadline seep away. Then he made a list of all the calls he wanted to make as follo’s to his trip to Mount Vernon. And a list of all the unanswered questions ab
