Chapter Thirteen
I wasted no time heading back to Chicago from my mission in central Wisconsin. Make that my failed mission. Outside of verifying the identities of what were now two murder victims (which I admit was something) and another pounding headache (which, I'm here to tell you, was also something) – I brought back nothing at all.
No, the trip wasn't a complete waste. I'd wanted to verify our body in Chicago as that of Michael Gronchi. I'd hoped Sybil could do that for me. A picture on the wall of the museum photo gallery had accomplished the task instead, but at least it was done. The drowned man was Mickey the Geek. But knowing that didn't bring any joy to Mudville because, in one way or another, learning it had led to Sybil's murder. Now that her (or his, if you're thinking of
