Ned Hillsdale and the Silent Requiem

Autumn in Chicago carried a cold edge that year, but nothing could chill Ned as much as the phone call he received one fateful morning. It was Captain Reynolds, his voice quivering with a mix of anger and sorrow. "It's Martinez," he uttered, pausing to find the words. "She's dead." Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices