Chapter 21
(Seattle, Washington, Wednesday evening, Oct. 1, 2013)
MAC CALLED THE EXAMINER news desk through his Bluetooth wireless. There were times he liked modern technology, although he still kept it all turned off and unplugged unless he was on emergency status.
“Newsroom, this is Brett,” a male voice said. A not-Janet voice. Mac exhaled.
“Brett, it’s Mac,” he said. “You need to call in extra reporters. Get someone out to the Northgate Mall. There was an attack on a Planned Parenthood Clinic there, and cops are expecting there to be more.”
“What? Mac? What are you talking about?”
“I can’t talk. I’m headed to the police command center. I’ll call in when I know more.”
“Mac! I can’t call up reporters on a tip that vague!”
“What’s vague about it?” Mac asked, feeling somewhat insult
