Chapter 6: Eleven Days

We were at St. Alden's in nine minutes. I have never seen anything like what Dante Moretti did to that hospital. Within an hour there were four men on Lily's floor, two on the stairwell, one at the parking structure, and a private security detail signing into the nurses' log like it was a normal Tuesday. He never raised his voice once. He just made calls, and the world rearranged itself. Lily slept through all of it. Nineteen, all cheekbones and eyelashes, hooked to a machine that beeped like...