Back Hard Time
Chapters (54)
  1. Title Page
  2. Dedication
  3. Acknowledgments
  4. Chapter 1: Media Circus
  5. Chapter 2: The Woman in the Road
  6. Chapter 3: House Call
  7. Chapter 4: Searching for Wheels
  8. Chapter 5: Diving into the Wreck
  9. Chapter 6: Sigñor Ferragamo, I Presume
  10. Chapter 7: Habeas Corpus?
  11. Chapter 8: Poolside Chat
  12. Chapter 9: Out of the Mouths of Babes
  13. Chapter 10: Found in Translation
  14. Chapter 11: Clean—On the Outside
  15. Chapter 12: The Lion’s Den
  16. Chapter 13: Saturday at the Mall
  17. Chapter 14: Crumbs from the Table
  18. Chapter 15: Family Picnic
  19. Chapter 16: A Friend of the Family
  20. Chapter 17: Spinning Wheels, Seeking Traction
  21. Chapter 18: These Walls Do a Prison Make
  22. Chapter 19: Power Dining
  23. Chapter 20: Child in Mourning
  24. Chapter 21: We Serve and Protect
  25. Chapter 22: Night Crawlers
  26. Chapter 23: A Run to O’Hare
  27. Chapter 24: Annoying the Giants
  28. Chapter 25: Reaching Out To—A Friend?
  29. Chapter 26: If You Can’t Swim, Keep Away from Sharks
  30. Chapter 27: Hounding a Newshound
  31. Chapter 28: Friendly Warning
  32. Chapter 29: Help Me, Father, for I Know Not What I’m Doing
  33. Chapter 30: The Mad Virgin’s Story
  34. Chapter 31: A Day in the Country
  35. Chapter 32: Midnight Caller
  36. Chapter 33: Thrown in the Tank
  37. Chapter 34: Fourth of July Picnic
  38. Chapter 35: A Little Game on a Small Court
  39. Chapter 36: Bail? Why Leave Such Cool Quarters?
  40. Chapter 37: In the Big House
  41. Chapter 38: Prisoners in Cell Block H
  42. Chapter 39: An Audience with Miss Ruby
  43. Chapter 40: Sewing Circle
  44. Chapter 41: Photo Op
  45. Chapter 42: Slow Mend
  46. Chapter 43: Planning Session
  47. Chapter 44: Diving in with the Sharks
  48. Chapter 45: Fugitive
  49. Chapter 46: In the Church Militant
  50. Chapter 47: For Those Who Also Serve
  51. Chapter 48: Meet the Press
  52. Chapter 49: Scar Tissue
  53. Also by Sara Paretsky
  54. Copyright Page

The phone rang before I could leave; I hovered in the doorway while Mary Louise answered. Her expression became wooden.

“Warshawski Investigations … No, this is Detective Neely. Ms. Warshawski is leaving for a meeting. I’ll see if she can take your call… . Speaking of the devil,” she added to me, her finger on the HOLD button.

I came back to the desk.

“Vic, I’m disappointed that you won’t take the job for me,” Alex said in lieu of a greeting. “I’d like you to think it over—for your sake as well as Lacey’s—before I take your no as final.”

“I’ve thought it over, Sandy—Alex, I mean. Thought it over, talked it over with my advisers. We all agree it’s not the right assignment for me. But I know the house detective at the Trianon; you can trust him to look after Lacey for you.”

“You talked to Lacey after I expressly asked you not to?” Her tone was as sharp as a slap in the face.

“You’re piquing me, Sandy. What would Lacey tell me that you’d rather I didn’t hear?”

“My name is Alex now. I wish you’d make an effort to remember. Teddy Trant really wants you to take this job. He asked me personally to offer it to you.”

So maybe Abigail was putting a finger in my pie. “I’m excited. I didn’t think the big guy knew I was on the planet. Unless BB Baladine told him?”

That made her huffy. “He knows about you because I recommended you. After Murray gave you a glowing buildup, I might add.”

“I’m grateful to both of you, but the answer is still no.”

“Then you’re making a big mistake. Think it—”

“That almost sounds like a threat, Sandy. Alex, that is.”

“Friendly advice. Although why I bother I don’t know. Think it over, think it better. I’ll leave the offer open until noon tomorrow.” She broke the connection with a snap.

“Murray can do better for himself than that” was Mary Louise’s only comment when I repeated the conversation before taking off.

My presentation went well; the lawyers gave me a small job with the prospect of bigger ones to follow. When I got back at four, Mary Louise had completed her calls and typed up a neat report for me to send over to Continental United in the morning. Altogether a more productive day than I’d had lately.

I finished my share of the report and went over to Lotty’s. We try to get together once a week, but tonight was our first chance for a relaxed conversation in over a month.