Last Chance Chicago by Diana DiGangi

Author:Diana DiGangi [DiGangi, Diana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bywater Books
Published: 2022-11-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 10

URGENT CARE

Jess was not impressed by the update she got when she called Sam on Monday.

“That’s not reassuring,” she said, when Sam told her that they might have a fingerprint. “That’s so far from reassuring. That makes it sound like you guys are Scooby Doo.”

“Like we’re both Scooby Doo?” Sam said in a quiet voice. She was skulking at a table in a diner on Wabash Avenue that she knew from experience her PI friend John Zborovan ate breakfast at almost every day. It was around 8 a.m., but she had been lying in wait for him for more than an hour. “I feel like only one person gets to be Scooby Doo.”

“You know what I mean. Listen, have you been going to meetings?”

Meetings? For one crazy second, Sam thought she meant meetings with the judge and prosecution, and then she remembered she was a coke addict. “Ah, yeah,” she lied. “I went to one over the weekend.”

“No, you didn’t. I asked Amy, and she said you were at the law library all weekend.”

“Amy doesn’t keep track of my every move. And can you guys stop talking to each other about me?” The bell over the door to the diner jingled, and Sam leaned forward, craning her neck to see who it was. Not John. Shit. “It’s creepy. I don’t like it.”

“You have to go to meetings, Sam.”

“You sound exactly like my mom,” Sam said. She’d had a very similar conversation with Mel the night before, except Mel told her she should be going to church, and so should Amy, to ask God for forgiveness, never mind that she wasn’t Catholic. Then Sal got on the line to ask Sam if she needed some “walking around” money. She had said no, at least for now.

“What, is that supposed to be a bad thing? I like your mom!”

“Hey, are you at work right now?” Sam looked at her watch, but the time wasn’t right. It said it was 5 p.m. “You’d be at work by now, right? Have you seen Larry? Does he seem nervous, or confident?”

“I’m not spying for you.”

“Amy’s ass is on the line here, and you won’t spy on Larry for me? It’s not even spying. Just go hang out in the break room and wait for him to walk by.”

“I’m worried about you relapsing,” Jess said in her most stern voice.

The bell jingled again, and Sam’s head snapped up. It was John this time, wearing a knit cap and whistling. He made his way over to the counter and took a seat. She was invigorated by the sight of him. She was snorting lines of hope.

“Jess, I gotta go,” Sam whispered. “I’m not relapsing. Bye. Thank you for worrying about me. Send me a Larry update. How are you? How’s Trent?”

“I’m fine, and I’m not telling you anything about Larry unless you go to a meeting.”

“I’ll go to so many meetings, I swear. I’m at a meeting right now actually, I gotta go, no phones allowed, bye.

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