Chapter 18
Mac picked Angie up at her apartment two hours later and added her backpack to his duffel in back. He drove to Marysville, listening to her chatter about office politics and newsroom gossip. He learned as much about her as he did about the Examiner. Her gossip was never malicious, but she was extremely curious — nosy, she called it. She connected the dots to make coherent stories about what was going on. And she laughed at the foibles of others, but also at herself.
It made for very good company.
His contributions to the conversation were negligible. Getting to Marysville in rush hour’s stop and go traffic required focus. And he’d never been great at small talk anyway. Angie didn’t seem to mind.
Craig Anderson’s gun shop looked just as grungy as it had the first time he was
