I glanced down at the number and even though I’d only seen it once before, I recognized it immediately.“Hello?”“It’s Ania.”“I know.”“I got someone to cover the rest of my shift. Can you meet me now?”What did she think I’d been waiting for since she called? “Of course. Where?”“Not my place,” she said. “It isn’t safe.”“Someplace public?” I suggested. “A bar or some restaurant?”She paused. “No.”“A park?”“I don’t think so. I need privacy.”I swallowed, then asked. “A hotel?”“That’d be best. Do you know The Drake Hotel?”“That’s like asking if I know Wrigley field.”She actually laughed a little. Just a small chuckle that lasted less than a second, but the sound was beautiful. “I guess you’re right. Sorry. Can you meet me there?”“I can.”“How soon?”“Forty minutes or so.” I had to hop a train to get there.“I’ll be there in fifteen. I’ll get a room. Ask for Mrs. Pierce at the desk.”“Okay.”She paused a moment, then said, “See you there, Mick.
