The heavy door of City Hall swings shut behind you, muting the chaotic echoes of the recently adjourned council meeting. A light, damp chill hangs in the night air, typical for Chicago. You make the short walk to the agreed-upon spot, a narrow alleyway nestled between two older buildings a couple of blocks from the civic center. The scent of wet asphalt and distant traffic fills your nostrils as you turn the corner. Juneau is already there, a silhouette leaning against the grimy brick wall. The...