Lily Moore was a prostitute. She worked at night, in pubs, on the streets and wherever she happened to be. She had to do it for herself and for her daughter, whom she had accidentally gotten from one of her former regular clients. She was a little ashamed of what she did but she had to or she would end up on the street. That evening he was in his usual place. It was in a suburb populated by a jazz pub on the streets of Chicago. A cigarette hung from his lips while she waited for some customers.