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

I’m sorry you were arrested. I’m sorry you spent time in the big house. I don’t know how you got out without posting bail, but my compliments: that took some doing. I’m sorriest of all I blew up at you over Frenada’s finances. I don’t know who or how that strange data got into his LifeStory report, but it was bogus. When his sister tried to access one of the accounts, it turned out there was nothing there. For reasons I haven’t been able to find out, Carnifice may have wanted to discredit Frenada. At any rate they certainly have the technical wizardry to plant phony data on Frenada.

Anyway, I want you to know that I tried to do the right thing. I tried to tape a follow–up to my show explaining that I had received erroneous information about Frenada. The station wouldn’t allow the tape. I tried to print a story in the Star, but the editor blocked it. I’ve been asked to take a vacation for a few weeks to see if “I can regain a sense of proportion.”

If you’re alive and well, give me a call. On the other hand, if you’re really in danger of your life, V. I., I wish I could see you to tell you I’m sorry. And beg you not to die. I don’t think I could keep working in Chicago if you weren’t part of the landscape.

Murray

I pinned one of the flowers to my blouse and danced around the Berman gardens with it. I had a moment’s euphoric impulse to phone Murray, to relieve his own anxiety. We had worked out some amazing stunts together in the past. But I couldn’t afford to take risks right now, even for an old friend. Murray’s course this past summer had been too rocky for me to trust him based on one letter.

The day I heard from him was the same day that Morrell brought in the pictures I’d taken at Coolis. There were thirty–three: I hadn’t had time to shoot the whole roll. A few showed scenes in the jail, like the time CO Polsen was trying to pull down Dolores’s jeans, or the pustular burn on the arm of a woman in the kitchen. Where I’d had time to focus, however surreptitiously, the quality was good enough to make out detail.