Chapter 8
(Friday, May 2, 2014, 6 a.m. Seattle Examiner)
Mac wrote a follo’ to the shooting the day before. He made his calls. And when they were off deadline, he went across the street for coffee with Janet. Coffee for her and Mountain Dew for him. As always. Routines were comfortable, Mac thought. Until you became predictable. Predictable made it easy for your enemies to track you. Had he become predictable?
Janet drank the first sip of her coffee and sighed. Mac shook his head. He’d seen women get off with less expression of pleasure.
“Timothy called,” she said after the second sip. “He asked about you. Asked if you and Kate had broken up?”
“Did he?” Mac said. “Did he think we had?”
“No one seems to be sure,” Janet said, and laughed at the expression on Mac’s face. “Face it, gossi
