Chapter 27
Mac had spent the first week after he blew up “half of the North Cascades” in a hospital with an officer standing outside his room. FBI Agent Stan Warren wouldn’t tell him whether the guard was for his protection — or whether he was under arrest.
“Makes no difference until you heal up,” Warren said when he stopped in on day two to check on him. He listened to Mac fume about wanting out of there. “You’ve got a concussion and two broken ribs, Mac, not to mention the bullet wound in your leg. Remember that thing?” he said. “Just lay low for a bit, OK?”
Mac grumbled until Janet showed up and shoved his laptop into his hands. “Write,” she ordered. “I need the stories. You need something to do. And the nurses will thank me for this. So, write.”
He did. He wrote the profile of Pete
