CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
As Riley and Jenn flagged down a cab in the busy traffic in front of the hotel, Bill looked up at the late afternoon sky that was framed by Chicago’s towering structures. He couldn’t help feeling that it ought to be dark out by now. It had already been a long day—two long days, actually—and he and his colleagues had nothing to show for all their hard work.
And he was tired—more tired than he ought to be.
Why? he wondered.
The case was wearing him down, of course. But he knew that something else was bothering him. He couldn’t put his finger on it exactly.
A cab pulled up and they all climbed into it. The cab driver drove them back to Union Station, the solid-looking building squatting among taller ones. The driver waited while they retrieved the go-bags they’d left i
