CHAPTER 1
MILES
The Uber pulls up to a typical Chicago three-flat in the heart of the north side, just across the street from the Colts baseball stadium. The driver retrieves my bag as droves of people file down the sidewalks toward the stadium, wearing red-and-blue jerseys with their favorite players’ names on the back.
“About f*****g time!” Siska screams from the doorway of the bar on the ground floor of the building.
I glance at the sign above my old college buddy and teammate on the Chicago Grizzlies.
Peepers Alley is the complete opposite of every other high-end bar on this street. Where everything else around here is modern, Peepers’s dingy appearance makes it seem as though they’re trying to be unique or stand out.
I grab my suitcase and duffel bag from the driver—all my other
