"Well, I was planning on just handing it to you, but if you're determined to be alone and untraceable that's your business."

He pulls out into the Chicago traffic and finds the way to the pub without too many wrong turns. By the time they get there, he's decided he really doesn't like Chicago. It's all towering buildings and unfriendly storefronts and people who look like they think they know better than the rest of the folks they're sharing sidewalk with.

Raylan swings into a parking spot half a block from McAnally's. At least they'll probably have decent drinks, even if this Dresden isn't there. He peers back into the car at Lia. "How useless would it be for me to say you should stay here."