Epilogue
At Cook County Hospital, word had spread fast. As they wheeled Joe MacAree, the Chicago Slasher, into the emergency room, nurses, orderlies, aides, residents, and interns had all forced their way into the corridor, crowding around the entrance to get a look at this monster, this monster who had made all of them buy new locks and jump at every sound in the darkness.
He was already hooked up to an IV. Most of those who saw him thought he looked like a bag person, someone you’d see sleeping on a bench at Daly Plaza. One resident, Liz Sperry, turned to the nurse standing beside her and said, “He looks too weak to have killed anyone, doesn’t he?”
The nurse just gripped herself tighter and stared down at Joe.
“What’s the prognosis?” Liz shouted to the paramedics.
“Guy’s in a com
