Chapter 6
(Wednesday, 5 p.m., Pioneer Square, Seattle)
Mac went to the gym and worked out, before he sought out the after-work crowd of the Seattle Examiner. Angie had said to come find her at the Zocalo: “happy hour margaritas!”
Sure enough, she was at a big table in the bar with a bunch of other people he vaguely recognized. Most he could even attach names to. There were platters of nachos and bottles of beer scattered on the table. And Angie was drinking a pink margarita. “What the hell is that?” he demanded as he pulled up a chair next to her, ignoring the protests of a guy from sports.
“Strawberry margarita,” she said happily.
He shook his head, and ordered an O’Doul’s and another platter of nachos. Working out made him hungry, and the appetizers looked like they’d been picked ov
