Discover Smith Mountain Lake
        
        
          
            WINTER 2016
          
        
        
        
          
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          By Kate Hofstetter
        
        
          
            Based on a true story
          
        
        
          
            Maya Broude thought she knew Chicago like the back of
          
        
        
          
            her hand, until the Lila Jackson case came along.
          
        
        
          
            “The hunger for love is
          
        
        
          
            much more difficult to
          
        
        
          
            remove than the hunger
          
        
        
          
            for bread.”
          
        
        
          
            Mother Teresa
          
        
        
          
            Maya Broude thought she knew Chicago like the back
          
        
        
          
            of her hand, until the Lila Jackson case came along.
          
        
        
          
            “Where the heck is the Fillmore District?” She asked
          
        
        
          
            incredulously to anyone within hearing distance of her
          
        
        
          
            work cubicle. “I thought the Fillmore District was in
          
        
        
          
            Los Angeles. I didn’t know we had one in Chicago.”
          
        
        
          
            “Better get a police escort,” Brian, who worked in an
          
        
        
          
            adjoining space, answered. “You’ll be going into the
          
        
        
          
            City’s armpit and it doesn’t just stink; it’s dangerous,
          
        
        
          
            especially for a white woman.”
          
        
        
          
            Bad things always seemed to happen around the
          
        
        
          
            holidays. A mother of eight had died on Thanksgiving.
          
        
        
          
            There was no father in the picture at all. “Of course
          
        
        
          
            not,” Maya said aloud as she continued to read the
          
        
        
          
            background report. The children had been released
          
        
        
          
            into the custody of an aunt who had six children of her
          
        
        
          
            own and lived in a four bedroom apartment. Most of
          
        
        
          
            her other cases were on the South Side. This would be
          
        
        
          
            her first assignment in the Fillmore District.
          
        
        
          
            “Oh my gosh,” she said, “That’s 14 kids in three
          
        
        
          
            bedrooms. Impossible.”
          
        
        
          
            “Not in the Fillmore District,” Brian quipped.
          
        
        
          
            Maya knew she had only two options: Place the kids
          
        
        
          
            in the district children’s home, or put them into foster
          
        
        
          
            care. She sighed and picked up the phone to start
          
        
        
          
            calling the few available foster parents, to see how