Chapter 26Cara was grateful the ride from Rogers Park to Evanston was a very short one, especially at this late hour. Roberto had taken the scenic route, rather than the quick one along Clark, and now they were speeding along Sheridan Road, the lake on one side of them, Calvary Catholic cemetery on the other.
She stared out the window at the choppy, dark waters as they hurled themselves at the boulders along the roadway. They’d crash and spray rose, reminding her of once upon a time when she was taking a photography class as part of the adult education program at Evanston Township High School. It had been winter and there was a storm. The winds and the churning waters created figures that looked very much like angels as the water clung to and froze on the few barren trees that hung out ov
