She got into a car, a red '48 DeSoto convertible, and drove off. I trailed behind at a respectable distance. I followed her to the Moonstone Apartments in Highland Park. I pulled into the parking lot behind her car and up beside her. We both got out of our cars at the same time. She looked at me and then started toward the entrance to the apartment building. Then she looked back, remembering that the last time she saw me her boss had the barrel of his gun pressed against my forehead.
"You!" she said, surprised.
"Yep," I said. "Me."