“Al Capone! Do they really shoot people in the streets there?” Issaka stared at the old woman. Then he looked at the old man, who was also waiting for his response. “I . . .” He trailed off and chuckled. He was tired. “Sometimes. Chicago needs work. But Al Capone was a long time ago.” “Sure, sure, but spirits and djinn always linger when there is something to linger for.”
