Chapter 8

Chicago had its own attractions, and David had certainly seen his share of plenty of its clubs. But as they walked through the casino toward the lounge and restaurant, he felt like the country mouse transfixed by the city allure. The scents, the heat, the noise, it was all overpowering. Expensive perfumes battled with alcohol, the call of croupiers mingled with laughter. The actress he’d seen last night at the Thunderbird sat at a blackjack table between two expensively dressed young men, but hers wasn’t the only familiar face in the crowd. He had to deliberately focus on Jimmy and Kate in front of him in order not to stare.