Deep in my thoughts, I shut the car door behind me and glanced left to right at the quiet streets of Chicago in front of the mayor’s office. Remo had been able to get information about him working late tonight. Usually, he’d be at some function to try and drum up money for his reelection campaign, which we’d donated to many times over the years. The door opened to the security guard we paid to tell us when everyone was gone out of the building. I thanked him, stalked down the hallway to his office, and tapped on the doorframe, not waiting to be allowed inside.
Remo closed the door behind me. I grinned at the mayor’s head back on the chair with his eyes closed and mouth open.
“Mr. Mayor, is this what we pay your salary for?” I joked, and the woman jumped up and pushed her skirt down past
