CHAPTER 78

MAGGIE CONSIDERED TEXTING HUDSON. But what she really needed was to talk to him. Face-to-face. She was a yo-yo. Up and down. One minute encouraging Hudson to take the clips to the City Hall sign —and the next fearing it was all wrong. If she talked to him, would he think she was crazy? On the one hand she appreciated all he was trying to do for her.

She stopped for a moment, the truth of that thought hitting her. He was doing all these things for her, wasn’t he? And for Pancake.

Yes, she should appreciate all he was risking to help her. But it was too much, wasn’t it? She’d tried to support him —to a point. But an email —in the mayor’s name —to every major TV network in Chicago? That had to be some kind of criminal offense. How was he not going to end up in huge trouble? Was he impossibly reckless —or incredibly heroic?

He was so bent on creating change. Did he even stop to think that not all of it would be good? He was ignoring the warning signs, racing past them so fast that they were nothing more than a blur. Hudson had crossed over the centerline and was driving into oncoming traffic —and like it or not, Maggie was along for the ride. They were on a collision course with disaster, and there was no stopping it now.