“They were beginning to think you had abandoned them,” a sunglasses-wearing doorman said, opening the door to JoJo’s limo and gesturing him out. “I’ve been answering a lot of impatient questions on whether you have arrived yet, sir.”
JoJo straightened his sunglasses, inhaled, and let his m*******a-induced reality spin around him.
The Montclair Building, a sixty-story wonder of steel and glass in the upscale River North neighborhood, rose high into the wintry sky like a jagged, shining claw. The edges of the building sizzled as if the snowfall was setting off a violent chemical reaction. A long red canopy stretched from the street to an automatic revolving door.
JoJo puffed a final cloud of smoke from the joint he and Simone had been sharing in the limo. The snowflakes falling from the s
