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Lionel thought he should identify his uncle's body, but he didn't want to see andré that way. He didn't
really want to know how andré killed himself either, if that was really the way he died. What difference
did it make whether he had killed himself or was mur-dered? He was gone. There was no more hope for
him. And Lionel had one more rea-son to grieve.

Lionel and Ryan rode back to Ryan's house in silence. The trip home took even longer than the trip to
Chicago. Ryan seemed as starved as Lionel felt, and they stuffed crack-ers in their mouths and washed
them down with soft drinks before stretching out in the tent. It was well after midnight by now, and Lionel
heard Ryan whimpering in the dark. He was crying himself to sleep.

And Lionel did the same.




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 CHAPTER FOUR



Ordeal at O'Hare




JUDDand Vicki reached the entrance road to O'Hare, just past Mannheim Road, late in the evening,
about the time Lionel and Ryan were heading back to Mount Prospect from Chicago.

Judd had never seen anything like this in his life. He and Vicki found themselves wan-dering, along with
hundreds, maybe thou-sands of others, who were coming to or going from the giant airport for a variety
of reasons. Many, it was clear, had come to O'Hare hoping to find a friend or loved one alive. The
people coming the other way, those exiting the airport, had either been unable to get their cars out of the
parking garage or unable to find a taxi or limo to get them home.

It was hard for Judd to imagine how anyone could hope to get out of this place in a car. Traffic was
jammed in and out of the place, and tempers ran short. All around them, Judd and Vicki could hear
people shouting at each other. The occasional limo or cab would break from the pack and race along the
grassy median and up onto Mann-heim Road or another artery.

As they got closer and closer to the massive parking garage, Judd struck up conversations with others
who were on missions similar to his. "Doesn't look like we're gonna be getting our cars out of here
tonight," a middle-aged man groused to Judd.

"Nope," Judd said. "But I have to try any-way."

"I see lots of activity up there, cranes, tow trucks, cops. I don't know what they're doing."

"I don't either," Judd said. "I parked at the end of one row, so maybe I'll get lucky."

"Don't count on it."