They strode up the wide stairs leading into Chicago General, hoping they weren't too late. As they pushed their way through the wide glass doors, a small kid, maybe a shoeshine boy, heading out through the same doors, slipped a small card into Chongo's hand and fled down to the street.

Chongo didn't slow in his stride for a moment. He glanced at the card.

Green print, pricey, linen, well-laid, embossed. "She will be back...." was all it said.

Chongo stuck it in his pocket, puzzled. But he had more important things to worry about at the moment. He followed Drecker into the elevator.