<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Chapter 23 — Reckonings on Chicago Chronicles</title><link>https://chicago-by-night.pages.dev/categories/chapter-23--reckonings/</link><description>Recent content in Chapter 23 — Reckonings on Chicago Chronicles</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 13 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://chicago-by-night.pages.dev/categories/chapter-23--reckonings/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Children in Need — Friday, March 1, 1991, 5:45 PM</title><link>https://chicago-by-night.pages.dev/posts/children-in-need/</link><pubDate>Fri, 01 Mar 1991 17:45:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://chicago-by-night.pages.dev/posts/children-in-need/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Halsted (Pilsen) / Bridgeport / Loop / Prudential Building (41st Floor)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chicago, Illinois&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;She was at the mouth of the alley between a laundromat and a bodega. Eight years old, maybe nine. The coat was a man&amp;rsquo;s, sleeves rolled twice past her hands. No hat. No gloves. Patent leather shoes with the buckle missing on the left one.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://chicago-by-night.pages.dev/darius-cole/"&gt;Darius&lt;/a&gt; was walking south on Halsted. Friday night, thirty-four degrees, wind out of the northeast. The clouds were lit orange from the sodium lamps. He saw her looking at him before he registered what she was.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chuc Luc's Reckonings — Wednesday, February 27, 1991, 5:31 PM</title><link>https://chicago-by-night.pages.dev/posts/chuc-lucs-reckonings/</link><pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 1991 17:31:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://chicago-by-night.pages.dev/posts/chuc-lucs-reckonings/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wentworth Avenue (Old &lt;a href="https://chicago-by-night.pages.dev/locations/chinatown/"&gt;Chinatown&lt;/a&gt;) / 22nd Place, above the fish market&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chicago, Illinois&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;The phone call came Wednesday at 9:47 PM. Not the ghoul. The man himself. Two sentences. An address on 22nd Place. A time. The line went dead before &lt;a href="https://chicago-by-night.pages.dev/darius-cole/"&gt;Darius&lt;/a&gt; could close on a yes.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Five days since &lt;a href="https://chicago-by-night.pages.dev/npcs/annabelle-triabell/"&gt;Annabelle&lt;/a&gt; had called Kaspar &amp;amp; Sons at one in the morning to tell him &lt;a href="https://chicago-by-night.pages.dev/npcs/ballard/"&gt;Ballard&lt;/a&gt; was filing a motion that would not pass. Five days of watching the procedural side play out exactly as she&amp;rsquo;d predicted — motion tabled Monday, &lt;a href="https://chicago-by-night.pages.dev/npcs/critias/"&gt;Critias&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="https://chicago-by-night.pages.dev/npcs/annabelle-triabell/"&gt;Annabelle&lt;/a&gt; voting it down, &lt;a href="https://chicago-by-night.pages.dev/npcs/ballard/"&gt;Ballard&lt;/a&gt; abstaining before the final tally so the vote would not stand on his name. A tell. Or a stage direction. Either reading worked.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>