The 14th floor was by no means the penthouse, yet still offered a remarkable view of the city. Only a couple blocks west lay Foley Park, its lake rimmed with golden street lamps. Beyond that, past the river, one could see Southport Tower, a gleaming, gaudy spire of steel...

Seamus still hadn’t come home. Nearly a day had passed without a trace of him and Ferris had been left alone to chafe in the living room. He sat slumped on the sofa, still wearing the ruined dress shirt, still dabbing blood from his lip. His nose had refused...