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Dan was back in his office by two o’clock. At four, he wrapped up the files he’d been mulling over and shut down his computer. Then he got in his car and headed downtown.

Women’s College Hospital loomed at the north end of Hospital Row. He drove by it twice, like a soldier on reconnaissance deciding where and how to make his approach.

In the lobby, a small boy clutched a large bouquet of purple tulips to his chest. The flowers screamed a silent protest at their young abuser, who seemed undaunted by their sorry state. Mute as they were, the best they could offer was a creased, abused look of protest over the maltreatment.