Chapter 13: Two Hundred and Thirty Miles

"He's at Methodist," Nico said. "Last night. Somebody was waiting in the alley when he locked up." The floor tilted. "He's alive." Nico said it fast. "He's awake, he's talking — one through the shoulder, cracked collarbone, they're watching him for a bleed because he went down hard on the concrete. He's okay, Nora. I swear on my grandmother." "Who—" "Two of Carmine's guys. Vega had them by six this morning. It's done." "Why didn't he call me?" Silence. "Nico. Why has he not called...