CHAPTER 6Thanks to the lighter-than-normal afternoon traffic, Miles was able to make his way from Madison to Chicago by five thirty. Ken’s apartment in Andersonville, a neighborhood in Chicago, was in a long row of look-alike brownstone. As good a detective as Miles was, in order to find the right place he always had to look for the building number displayed on the front stoop. Ken had a designated parking space in back, which came with his unit. Since Ken had no car, the space was always there for Miles to use, which was fortunate since street parking was scarce and most blocks also required a parking permit.
Even though he had a key, Miles politely knocked on the door. Ken answered the door, already dressed up for their night on the town.
After a giant hug, Ken asked, “How was the ride
