The parking lot began to fill up with bmws and Jaguars, and the whole suit-and-tie thing began, a repeat of yesterday and the day before and the day before that. He kept his head down and wheeled out of the parking space to an exit ramp and headed south.
Traffic piled up quickly, but the roads were clear of ice and snow; only wet pavement and salt remained, ensuring washer fluid sales were in peak season. He flipped the wipers on and cleared the windshield as he sat behind more bmws and Jaguars and the whole suit-and-tie thing. He idled through a two-light wait at the second intersection before the highway, where he called Ricki. The call went to voicemail. He left a brief message. At the next light, he called a secondary number Cincinnati had given him, for a house in South Chicago. Afte
