Chapter 24
SPEAKEASY SHOULD’VE BEEN CLOSING. After nine on a weeknight, downtown Wishful should’ve been deserted.
It wasn’t.
Cars lined the streets and lights blazed, cheerful beacons in the dark as Norah climbed out of Cam’s truck. Exhaustion would set in soon, but for the moment, hunger and anticipation were keeping her going. Cam, Avery, and Sandra joined her and strode toward the pizzeria, where the vast majority of the coalition was waiting for the final ruling on the petition. Judge Carpenter had been kind enough to make it after business hours.
Tucker shoved open the door as soon as they approached. “Well?”
“Let us get in the door,” Cam said.
By tacit agreement, the others hung back, letting Norah inside first at the head of their little group. She wasn’t about to complain abo
