The Secret Card in Her Purse Exposed Chicago’s Darkest Night

ER ALONE AT MIDNIGHT—AND THE FIRST CALL WASN’T TO HER HUSBAND.

IT WAS TO THE MAN CHICAGO FEARED MOST.

By the time Norah Sullivan reached St.

Jude’s Medical Center, she had nothing left except instinct.

Rain came down in hard slanting sheets, November rain with teeth in it, the kind that found every gap in clothing and every crack in bone.

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