My gaze followed Sterling as he got out of the car, his long legs walking with purpose as the Chicago wind blew his suit coat and he stepped regally toward the front of the building facing Michigan Avenue.

“Tell me that he’ll be safe,” I said to Patrick.

“Ma’am, he’s had more difficult meetings. Let’s concentrate on Winnie.”

I looked down at my phone for the thousandth time. All of my calls to Winnie as well as my texts since we’d left the ...