Chapter 24From Joe MacAree’s journal (undated):
A doorman’s blood is different. Perhaps a little hotter, a little sweeter. One supposes that heat and sweetness come from the lack of use of the brain. He deserved to die. But I was sloppy, careless. I have to watch that. The story’s plastered all over the Tribune this morning.
I should have taken Annie though. She was the one I came for. That poor, stupid son of a b***h just got in my way. Slowed me down, threw off my timing. But Annie, dear sweet Annie…
I’ll get you next time.
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Nick sat at his desk, hunched over the portable Underwood he’d had since graduating from Loyola Academy nine years ago. He concentrated on the outline he was preparing. He had an appointment to see Detective Pete McGrew at eleven and wanted to be sure the
