VINCENT’S RECKONING
PART ONE: THE UNDERSTANDING
3:47 PM — St. Jude’s Hospital, Private Wing
Vincent Carozza was healing.
His body was knitting itself back together with the kind of resilience that came from money and medical expertise. The gunshot wounds were clean Aria had been careful about that. She’d wanted him alive. Had wanted him to understand what he’d done.
He’d been in the hospital for weeks now, and in those weeks, he’d made a calculation: he still had cards to play. He had resources. He had contacts. The Council was exposed but not defeated only the public facing operatives had been arrested. The hidden infrastructure remained. He could rebuild. Could restructure. Could..
The detectives outside his door moved suddenly.
Vincent heard voices. Argument. Then the door opened
