Chapter 12
Seattle, Monday, September 29, 2013
MAC CROSSED THE COLUMBIA River into Washington as the sun was rising. His cell phone buzzed.
“Hello,” he said, expecting Janet and questions about where the hell he was.
It was Shorty. “You back from bumfuck yet?”
“Almost.”
“Don’t suppose you got a chance to listen to Eric the Red last night?”
Eric the Red was Seattle’s own shock jock. Mac loathed him, personally and professionally. “You know I don’t listen to his shit.”
“Yeah, well, you should have last night,” Shorty said. He was a faithful listener. Best comedy on radio, he had explained. Wasn’t meant as comedy, Mac grumbled. Shorty shrugged. Not his problem.
Now he said, “He was roasting your boss. Had on a guy named Mark Ryan. Ryan seemed to think that the Examiner and your boss
