We drove for hours, putting distance between us and the hospital. Finally, Dante pulled into an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city—apparently he had safe houses everywhere.
Inside was surprisingly well-equipped. Weapons, computers, supplies. A planning room with maps and photographs pinned to the walls.
"How many of these places do you have?" I asked.
"Enough." He moved to the computer, pulling up encrypted files. "The Arrow Society leadership meeting is at the Meridian Hotel. Top floor, private ballroom. Twelve members total—the inner circle."
I studied the photos he brought up. Faces I didn't recognize. Men and women who looked like ordinary businesspeople, politicians, socialites.
"They don't look like criminals," I said.
"That's the point." Dante's voice was bitter. "The Arrow Society's power comes from invisibility. These people fund wars, topple governments, orchestrate assassinations—all while attending charity galas and Sunday brunches."
