<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Chapter 5 — The Deals on Chicago Chronicles</title><link>https://chicago-by-night.pages.dev/categories/chapter-5--the-deals/</link><description>Recent content in Chapter 5 — The Deals on Chicago Chronicles</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2026 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://chicago-by-night.pages.dev/categories/chapter-5--the-deals/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Assumption — Thursday, 12 July 1990, 9:00 PM</title><link>https://chicago-by-night.pages.dev/posts/the-assumption/</link><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jul 1990 21:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://chicago-by-night.pages.dev/posts/the-assumption/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rosie&amp;rsquo;s Bar, Buchanan Street / &lt;a href="https://chicago-by-night.pages.dev/locations/modius-mansion/"&gt;Modius&amp;rsquo;s Mansion&lt;/a&gt;, Miller Beach&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Gary, Indiana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;The pen touched paper at 10:07 PM on a Thursday in July, and Gerald Fisk signed his father&amp;rsquo;s building over to a dead man without knowing either of those things.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Rosie&amp;rsquo;s. The burned-out neon. Sam Cooke on the jukebox. Fisk looked at the assumption transfer the way parolees look at the door — like it might close again before he got through it. He signed. &lt;a href="https://chicago-by-night.pages.dev/darius-cole/"&gt;Darius&lt;/a&gt; folded the document into the envelope and put it in his coat pocket, and the weight of it was nothing and the weight of what it meant was a city.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Ghost Lane — Thursday, 28 June 1990, 11:45 PM</title><link>https://chicago-by-night.pages.dev/posts/the-ghost-lane/</link><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 1990 23:45:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://chicago-by-night.pages.dev/posts/the-ghost-lane/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gary, Indiana — multiple locations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;The pager went off at eleven forty-five. Fifteen minutes early. The number was Argyle Street.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://chicago-by-night.pages.dev/darius-cole/"&gt;Darius&lt;/a&gt; picked up the phone and dialed and the voice on the other end was the fake one first — the bumbling uncle, the restaurant owner, the accent like a door painted to look like a wall. Then the accent fell and the real voice said: &amp;ldquo;What did you offer him, Warren?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Lucian Approach — Monday, 25 June 1990, 11:00 PM</title><link>https://chicago-by-night.pages.dev/posts/the-lucian-approach/</link><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jun 1990 23:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://chicago-by-night.pages.dev/posts/the-lucian-approach/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gary Exports Co., East Chicago Harbor&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Gary, Indiana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;The office at Gary Exports Co. was cinderblock and corrugated steel and a hand-painted sign that said FREIGHT &amp;amp; LOGISTICS, and the woman who opened the door looked at &lt;a href="https://chicago-by-night.pages.dev/darius-cole/"&gt;Darius&lt;/a&gt; the way a bouncer looks at someone who left their ID in the car.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Office is closed.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m here for &lt;a href="https://chicago-by-night.pages.dev/npcs/lucian/"&gt;Lucian&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;He know you&amp;rsquo;re coming?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Just responding to his Lakeside deal.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Something crossed her face. She went to the inner door, knocked once, leaned in. Came back and left the door open behind her. No invitation. Just a gap.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>