It had been too long. The time to act was now.

Cole got up from the bar and marched towards the stairs leading to the upper balcony.

"Sir. Sir! You can't go up there!" the security guard insisted, grabbing Cole's arm.

Cole quickly fished his badge from under his trench coat. "Chicago Police, stand aside!"

He marched up the stairs to the only private room.

"This is the CPD, Travis! Open this door! Now!"

There was no answer. The door was locked.

"Do you have a key for this door?" he asked the security guard who immediately shook his head.

Cole drew his service revolver from its holster and gave...