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ALSO BY MICHAEL HARVEY The Chicago Way The Fifth Floor The Third Rail - photo 1

ALSO BY MICHAEL HARVEY

The Chicago Way

The Fifth Floor

The Third Rail

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

A portion of the proceeds from this book is being donated to the Cambodian Childrens Fund. If youre interested in learning more about this wonderful organization, check out its Web site at www.cambodianchildrensfund.org.

Id like to thank all the people at Knopf and Vintage/Black Lizard for their enthusiasm and support. Id especially like to thank my editor, Jordan Pavlin. This was a big book to write and would have been impossible without her editorial instincts and deft touch.

Thanks to David Gernert. He wears the hats of agent, editor, and friendand wears them all exceedingly well.

Thanks to Garnett Kilberg Cohen, a brilliant Chicago writer and professor at Columbia College, who was kind enough to give my manuscript a first read. As usual, she was able to zero in on what was working and what wasnt.

Thanks to my family and friends for all their support and encouragement.

Thanks, also, to everyone who has read my first three books. Hope you like this one.

Finally, Id like to remember a wonderful friend, Danny Mendez. He loved books, and loved reading about the exploits of Michael Kelly in particular. We all miss you.

Thats it. Love you, Mary Frances.

A NOTE ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Michael Harvey is the author of The Chicago Way, The Fifth Floor, and The Third Rail and is also a journalist and documentary producer. His work has won multiple Emmy Awards and has received two Primetime Emmy nominations and an Academy Award nomination, among numerous other awards. He holds a law degree from Duke University, a masters degree in journalism from Northwestern University, and a bachelors degree in classical languages from Holy Cross College. He lives, of course, in Chicago.

CHAPTER 1

My eyes flicked open. The clock read 4:51 a.m., and I was wide awake. Id been dreamingrich colors, shapes, and placesbut couldnt remember all the details. It didnt matter. I climbed out of bed and shuffled down the hallway. Rachel Swenson sat in an armchair by the front windows. The pup was asleep in her lap.

Hey, I said.

She turned, face paled in light from the street, eyes a glittering reflection of my grief and guilt. Hey.

That dog can sleep anywhere. I pulled a chair close. Maggie slipped an eye open, yawned, stretched, and went back to sleep.

I should be staying at my place, Rachel said.

I like you here.

She tickled two bandaged fingers across the top of the pups head and ran her eyes back toward the windows. Rachel was a sitting judge for the Northern District of Illinois. And one of the finest people I knew. She was also damaged. Because she was my girlfriend. Or, rather, had been.

I was going to make a cup of tea, I said. You want one?

She shook her head. I stayed where I was. And we sat together in the darkness.

You cant sleep? she said.

Dreams.

She nodded, and we sat some more.

Whats the knife for, Rach?

She looked down at the knife tucked into her left hand. I got it from the kitchen.

Why?

Her gaze drifted to a small table and the slab of cheese that sat on it. You want a piece?

I shook my head. She held the blade up between us. You thought I was going to hurt someone?

Just wondering about the knife, Rach.

Im fine. It had been almost a month since the attack. Most of the swelling in her face was gonethe bruises reduced to faint traces of yellow.

What did you dream about? she said.

I usually dont remember.

Usually?

Sometimes I get premonitions. Twice before. I wake up and feel certain things have happened.

If theyve already happened, theyre not premonitions.

Youre right.

Are you going to make your tea?

In a minute.

Tell me about them, she said, cutting off a small slice of cheese and nibbling at a corner.

The dreams?

The premonitions.

I got the first one when my brother died.

Philip?

I was seventeen. Woke up in the middle of the night and walked out to our living room.

And?

I sat in front of the phone and stared at it for ten minutes until it rang. The warden told me hed killed himself. Hung himself in a cell with his bedsheet. But it wasnt anything I didnt already know.

Im sorry.

Second time was a couple years backthe night my father died.

I remembered my eyes opening, tasting the old mans passing like dry dust at the back of my throat. I pulled out the whiskey that night and filled a glass. Then I sat by the phone again until it rang.

And now? Rachel said.

Thats the thing. Im not sure this time.

But its something.

I believe so, yes.

She got up from the chair and settled the pup on the couch. Ill make the tea.

I listened to her rattle the tap in the kitchen, then set the kettle. I got up and pulled a book off the shelf, Thucydidess History of the Peloponnesian War. It took me a moment to find the passage. Book 2, chapter 7. The historians description of the Plague of Athens.

All speculation as to its origin and its causes I leave to other writers, whether lay or professional; for myself, I shall simply set down its nature, and explain the symptoms by which perhaps it may be recognized by the student, if it should ever break out again. This I can the better do, as I had the disease myself, and watched its operation in the case of others.

I thought about Thucydides, surrounded by death, touched himself, scribbling down its essence for us to read twenty-four hundred years later. Id lied to Rachel. I knew what I feared. Knew why I feared it. I closed my eyes and they were theretwo lightbulbs hanging in the darkness of the Chicago subway. Inside their glass skin, a question mark. Something the old historian himself might struggle to decipher.

The kettle began to whistle. On cue, the phone rang. Rachel watched from the doorway as I picked up. It wasnt a voice I expected to hear. And that was exactly what I expected. I listened without saying more than a word or two. Finally, the voice stopped talkingwaiting, apparently, for a reaction.

Where are you? I said. The voice told me.

Ill be there in an hour. I hung up. Rachel looked like she might speak, then turned away. Maggie was awake now and staring at me from the couch.

You want breakfast?

The pups ears perked up at the last word. I walked toward the kitchen. She beat me there by the length of the living room.

Was it what you thought? Rachel handed me a mug of tea.

I dont know.

I fed the dog. We both listened to her crunch away and then lick the bowl clean.

I have to go out, I said.

I cant be here when you get back.

Rach

Stop. She raised her arm and touched her hand to her face, as if I were about to hit her. Then she turned and left. The pup followed. I walked back into the bedroom and got dressed. When I returned to the living room, Rachel was curled up on the couch.

Ill talk to you later, I said. She didnt respond. I was going to say more, but recalled the lessons of saying too much. So I left.

It was still dark out as I tramped down Addison. The first streaks of morning stained the Chicago nightfresh paint on an old canvas. Underneath, a city slept. Everywhere, it seemed, except in my dreams. And the dreams of those I cared about.

CHAPTER 2

Donnie Quins dad had been a Chicago cop. His dads dad had been a Chicago cop. The family knew how the city worked, who to take care of, and how to get things done. Because thats what it was all about in Chicago. Take care of the people who count and fill your pockets with whatever else you could grab every chance you got. Donnie ran his squad car down Halsted and took a left on Randolph. Twenty years ago, the five-block stretch had been full of fish factories and produce trucks. Then the restaurant developers came inguys with juice downtownand the lights all turned green. Code violations and licensing issues disappeared; zoning variances, rubber-stamped. Property that wasnt for sale changed hands for a song. And the building began. Permits for whatever you might need flew through City Hall like the proverbial crap through a fat, greedy, happy goose. Cuz thats what City Hall was: a fat, greedy, happy goose, taking in soft money at one end and cranking patronage deals out the other. Donnie smiled. Beautiful fucking thing.

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