THE HUNT
11:34 PM — Hospital Hallway, ICU Floor
Dante was no longer the man who’d stood at the fountain.
Marco barely recognized him. The suit was gone, replaced by jeans and a shirt with blood still on it Aria’s blood, which Dante hadn’t bothered to change. His face had hardened into something that wasn’t human anymore. His eyes had a quality that Marco had only seen in soldiers who’d survived impossible things.
“I want everyone looking,” Dante said. His voice was quiet, which made it worse. Quiet rage was the most dangerous rage. “Every security camera in the city. Every witness. Every piece of data we can access. I want to know who fired that shot.”
“We’re already doing that,” Marco said carefully. “The police are coordinating with us. We’ve got footage from three angles..”
“The p
