Chapter 23
The train was never quite abandoned, no matter how late it was. But just around midnight was pretty quiet most of the time. Sometimes there were several young adults from one of the local colleges, or just high schoolers out for a late night revel. Sometimes it was just a tired-looking cubicle warrior, laptop clutched tightly in one hand, drowsing on the seat. From time to time there were homeless on the train, using their scrounged change to ride the rails and warm up. Despite all his mother’s fears, Beau had never run into any of the gang members that were supposed to be so rampant in inner city Chicago.
That evening there was Beau and a weary young woman, probably a single mother, with a toddler playing with a naked plastic doll and another kid, a baby, peeking up at Beau o
