FiveChicago › Monday, December 1, 2008 › 21h00
At 9:00 p.m., on Chicago’s West Side, a red late-model Dodge pickup entered the parking lot of an aging Denny’s restaurant and wheeled into an empty space near the entrance. A lanky young cowboy cut the engine while surveying unfamiliar territory.
He exited the big Dodge with trepidation, flicking his cigarette to the sidewalk and stepping cautiously into the restaurant, smoke exhausting from his nostrils.
He stood at the entrance, scanning the restaurant’s worn interior, searching for a guy he’d never met, whose profile description made his guts knot.
The hot air from a noisy heater above his head flushed his cheeks. After a moment of hesitation, he removed his Stetson and wiped his forehead in the elbow of his bomber jacket, replacing th
