Chapter 29As the sun set, the streets grew colder and colder. Mounds of dirty grey snow that had begun to melt under the sun’s intensity had crusted over with ice; puddles that earlier splashed up when Jimmy stepped in them now presented slippery hazards.
A wind, fresh off the lake, had blown up. The snot in his nose crackled and his skin felt raw and itchy.
The plan was to get out of Chicago by nightfall. Jimmy thought he would head out toward 94, stick out his thumb and just begin heading north, maybe up to Milwaukee. He could lose himself there, at least for a while. Milwaukee wasn’t as big as Chicago, but Jimmy knew his boyish good looks would trade just as well there as here. The thought that he would be exposing himself to the same risks barely occurred to him. After all, how likel
