Chapter Twenty-Nine
For the drowned man, the waiting would soon be over. The experts would move in, wreck the hastily erected deck that served as his tomb, and return him to the mother that still had things to say to him. Reginald Callicoat III would find a safer rest in friendlier confines. For everyone else, the waiting had just begun.
We'd all slipped into different groups, in separate sections of the Callicoat estate, based upon our duties, intended destinations, or various depths of despair.
Lieutenant Wenders, as he would, had retired into the Callicoat mansion with the lady of the house to await a Chicago patrol unit. They would take custody of Danita, shuttle her into the city, and book her for murder. Though it was against the rules, and bad policy, Wenders allowed the self-mad
