I felt better, and my spirits were lifted. I dressed comfortably for the day in black leggings, a long black cashmere cardigan, and low-heeled black ankle boots. I made the beds, straightened up the condo, and then packed my suitcase. Whether Darby was released and we all headed for home tonight, or whether he stayed in jail, I wasn’t sleeping with Jack Tapley again. If we had to stay in Chicago, hopefully, Mick and I would be checking into The Peninsula Hotel over on the Magnificent Mile. The thought of seeing Darby filled me with joy, but there was a nagging doubt in the back of my mind. The necklace was the one piece of evidence they used to arrest him, but what if they felt the circumstantial evidence Wes had provided was enough to continue to hold him. It was like that on television. They could hold you until they were one hundred percent certain you weren’t the right guy, and I knew they didn’t like releasing any suspect. Gorilla head popped into my mind.
