Free The Stars Shine Down by Sidney Sheldon Page B

along Michigan Avenue and State Street and La Salle, strolled along Lake Shore Drive and wanderedthrough Lincoln Park with its zoo and golf course and lagoon. She visited the Merchandise Mart and went to Kroch-Brentano’s and bought books about Chicago. She read about the famous who had made Chicago their home: Carl Sandburg, Frank Lloyd Wright, Louis Sullivan, Saul Bellow. She read about the pioneer families of Chicago—the John Bairds and Gaylord Donnelleys, the Marshall Fields and Potter Palmers, and Walgreens—and she passed by their homes on Lake Shore Drive and their huge estates in suburban Lake Forest. Lara visited the South Side, and she felt at home there because of all the ethnic groups: Swedes, Poles, Irish, Lithuanians. It reminded her of Glace Bay.
    She took to the streets again, looking at buildings with For Sale signs, and she went to see the listed brokers. “What’s the price of that building?”
    “Eighty million dollars…”
    “Sixty million dollars…”
    “ A hundred million dollars…”
    Her three million dollars was becoming more and more insignificant. Lara sat in her hotel room considering her options. Either she could go to one of the slum sections of the city and put up a little hotel there, or she could return home. Neither choice appealed to her.
    I’ve too much at stake to give up now, Lara thought.
    The following morning Lara stopped in at a bank on La Salle Street. She walked up to a clerk behind the counter. “I would like to speak to your vice-president, please.”
    She handed the clerk her card.
    Five minutes later she was in the office of Tom Peterson, a flaccid middle-aged man, with a nervous tic. He was studying her card.
    “What can I do for you, Miss Cameron?”
    “I’m planning to put up a hotel in Chicago. I’ll need to borrow some money.”
    He gave her a genial smile. “That’s what we’re here for. What kind of hotel were you planning to build?”
    “A beautiful boutique hotel in a nice area.”
    “Sounds interesting.”
    “I have to tell you,” Lara said, “that I only have three million dollars to put down, and…”
    He smiled. “No problem.”
    She felt a thrill of excitement. “Really?”
    “Three million can go a long way if you know what to do with it.” He looked at his watch. “I have another appointment now. I wonder if we could get together for dinner tonight and talk about this.”
    “Certainly,” Lara said. “That would be fine.”
    “Where are you staying?”
    “At the Palmer House.”
    “Why don’t I pick you up at eight?”
    Lara got to her feet. “Thank you so much. I can’t tell you how good you make me feel. Frankly, I was beginning to get discouraged.”
    “No need,” he said. “I’m going to take good care of you.”
    At eight o’clock Tom Peterson picked up Lara and took her to Henrici’s for dinner. When they were seated, he said, “You know, I’m glad that you came to me. We can do a lot for each other.”
    “We can?”
    “Yes. There’s a lot of ass around this town, but none of it as beautiful as yours, honey. You can open a luxury whorehouse and cater to an exclusive…”
    Lara froze. “I beg your pardon?”
    “If you can get half a dozen girls together, we…”
    Lara was gone.
    The following day Lara visited three more banks. When she explained her plans to the manager of the first bank, he said, “I’m going to give you the best advice you’ll ever get: Forget it. Real estate development is a man’s game. There’s no place for women in it.”
    “And why is that?” Lara asked tonelessly.
    “Because you’d be dealing with a bunch of macho roughnecks. They’d eat you alive.”
    “They didn’t eat me alive in Glace Bay,” Lara said.
    He leaned forward. “I’m going to let you in on a little secret. Chicago is not Glace Bay.”
    At the next bank the manager said to her, “We’ll be glad to help you out, Miss Cameron. Of course, what you have in mind is out of the question. What I would