Chapter 9
(Seattle, Friday, September 26, 2013)
JANET WAS WELL INTO her morning routines, when a secretary from the advertising department came upstairs. She was excited, her eyes bright. “Look out the window. We’ve got picketers.”
There was a dash to the windows that overlooked the street. Janet followed along behind slowly. After all, she thought, she knew what they looked like.
Across the street, three floors below, were about eight people holding the same placards: Repent, Baby Killer, Confess. Janet sighed.
The managing editor stuck his head out of his office. “Janet, Steve. I want to see you in my office.” He looked at the rest of the gawkers. “Don’t you all have work to do?”
The M.E. was standing by his own window, looking out, when Janet and Steve joined him. “It seems target
