Mac took a deep breath. There was a part of him that wanted to scream. To punch something. He had been holding it in for hours. Ever since Danny had walked in his office, personally bringing him the report that had made Danny look like a killer.
He hadn't lied when he told Danny that he believed the story. He did believe it. Just like he believed when Danny swore that he never heard that undercover cop identify himself. Mac could understand how in the chaos Danny might have thought the cop was walking out of the same spot as the shooter. How he couldn't hear the yells from the other end of the platform with all the yelling and running going on.
He knew Danny was a good person and a good cop. But he also knew that innocent people sometimes paid for the crimes of others.
But not this time. This time, the guilty party was going to be brought to justice. The fact that it was that punk Sonny Sassone with his attitude and his veiled threats against Danny that was guilty only made it sweeter. Mac was not a man to seek revenge, but he would always take great delight in bringing someone like Sonny down. Sonny had two certain deaths to pay for and, Mac feared, a third one would soon be on the list.
Mac paused outside the door. He straightened his tie and ran his fingers through his hair. He wasn't a vain man, but he couldn't let Sonny see him even the slightest ruffled. He couldn't let Sonny see that he'd been hours without sleep, that he was sick with concern for how one of his men, one of his friends, was handling the possibility of losing a loved one. He had to match attitude with attitude of he was going to get to Sonny.
And he was going to get Sonny.
