“When you hear the name Lorenzo Vittori, what’s the first thing that comes to mind?” The responses are mixed, ranging from casinos and fancy cars to charity fundraisers and Julian Lopez’s nemesis. “Lily.” Nura, a woman I recognize from my time volunteering at the animal shelter, speaks up. Someone goes “Aw.” “What do you mean?” a person near the head of the table asks. “I was at Last Call the other night when Lily got sick and Lorenzo took care of her.”
