Sunday, 16 May 2010

The Windy City

Lying in bed looking out over Lake Michigan as dawn breaks is unreal. The bed is a four poster in the best English tradition. The drapes are pale lemon pure silk patterned with delicate rosebuds and I feel like a princess! The house is 6 floors of pure luxury finished off with a roof top garden - ideal for a G&T sundowner.
I am here on a mission in the house of someone I've never met on Chicago's Gold Coast within walking distance of the skyscrapers of Michigan Avenue. I stood on top of the highest building in the Western world this morning. This is like being in a Sara Paretsky detective novel. I have no idea what will happen next but if I fail to show up back in England next week, look in the lake - or blame volcanic ash and BA strikes.
All I can say by way of explanation is that this will fit the last piece of the jigsaw in the next book.