Chapter 17
(Seattle, Washington, Wednesday morning, Oct. 1, 2013)
IT WASN'T FAR FROM Janet's to the Fairchild house as a crow flies, but nothing in Seattle was laid out in a straight line. Mac hesitated, then decided to go down 45th Street. It was stop and go through hippy-dippy land, but it was still the most efficient way to get there. He was nervous about Kate's call. Something was wrong. He'd had enough things go wrong today.
"That your girl who called?" Stan Warren asked.
Mac looked at him out of the corner of his eye. "She's a 26-year-old schoolteacher," he said. "I don't think she'd approve of being called a girl, much less my girl."
"Your woman has a s****l connotation I was trying to avoid," Stan said.
Mac snorted. "She's a friend, OK? A friend."
"A friend you race off to h
