Chapter 9
(Skagit Valley Sheriff’s Department, Mount Vernon, WA)
Sheriff Pete Norton was in his 40s, and if he sounded like John Wayne on the phone, he looked more like Pierce Brosnan as James Bond, complete with a very nice dark gray suit, a white shirt and tie. Mac’s eyes narrowed. One of these things is not like the other, he thought. He’s too young, too polished for the voice. Affectation? Living up to expectations? Interesting.
“Come on then,” he said, and Mac decided he was right about the man’s voice. Very John Wayne, western drawl. He led the way through the building, which looked like a house from the outside with light green paint, and darker green trim, to the various vehicles outback. He unlocked a Ford Interceptor. Nice, Mac thought. Doing well for themselves. The Intercept
