16. WHEN JOANNE WENT to the jail, a Cook County clerk told her that Norman had already been released, and then wouldn’t tell her anything more. Joanne checked her voicemail immediately. There was no message. In the echoing vault of the courthouse around her were prosecutors, defenders and witnesses. At the entrance was an airport-style security in full operation, voices echoing in the municipal vault of the tall ceilings. It added to the confusion in her head. In her manic state, Joanne checked again with the clerk, who then asked her to produce ID and state her relationship with the accused. Joanne turned and walked away. * The day had turned to a mixture of snow and sleet, a continuation of the same cold front that had descended the previous afternoon. Throughout the early morning, on no sleep, Joanne had trawled in a cab for a Check-into-Cash outlet to advance money against her credit card so she might have sufficient funds to make Norman’s bail. Joanne stood looking out on the street at a clutch of immigrant drivers talking among themselves.
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