On the corner of Brian’s block there’s a fancy coffee place where I would have loved to pick up a cup, but they didn’t open until seven so I swung down to the White Hen on Belmont. It was a long walk, so I had plenty of time to think. I decided to split the day in half. I’d spend the morning on Madeline’s case and the afternoon on Jimmy’s. I went over my conversation with Melody. I wasn’t sure I learned anything of value other than that she believed there was a mistress. She had no idea who that mistress might be. Would anyone else know? When I got to my office, the coffee was cold and the bear claw stale, though in its defense the pastry was stale when I bought it. While I chewed, I pulled out the Chicago Greater Metropolitan Phonebook and looked up Emily Fante. There were about twelve Fante’s. None of them Emily. I called them all and asked those who’d answer the phone if they knew an Emily. None of them did. I was looking for a woman named Emily Fante who didn’t seem to be related to any of the Fantes in Chicago.
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