CHAPTER EIGHT
The police officer had barely finished his sentence.
"You are under arr…"
He looked up…saw Daniel's face and stopped.
The word died somewhere in his throat. His partner beside him shifted backward…just slightly, just enough… the particular movement of a man whose body had made a decision before his brain caught up.
Because this was Florence.
And in Florence you learned certain faces the way you learned traffic lights. Automatically. Instinctively. For your own survival.
Daniel Conti's face was one of them.
The silence in the doorway lasted exactly three seconds.
Then…from behind the officers…a small figure pushed through.
LILY…She looked terrible. Eyes red, hair half undone, still wearing what she'd had on at the club like she hadn't slept at all. The moment she saw
