The city runs on two economies: the daylight one of clinics, markets, and police, and the night one of docks, favors, and quiet violence. Lorenzo belongs to both, and every choice he makes in one is felt in the other. Trust is the only currency his wife still accepts, and it cannot be taken by force.
Moreau Street Clinic
Lorenzo's private clinic, half legitimate practice and half quiet surgery for men who cannot go to a hospital. The back room still smells of antiseptic and old secrets.

