Chapter 128

• Proserpina
• When I reached the Safe House, it was already dawn. I was whisked into a driveway, non-descript looking at that, in a street with similar-looking houses. As the car drew up, the door opened. Schwartz was already there, his handsome face looking drawn and anxious. Like me, he had obviously not had a wink of sleep. The dark shadow of his beard heightened the exhaustion on his face.
• He was on the phone and gave me a vague nod, indicating with his hand that the men with him should ride ahead. The driver and the escort of my car were swiftly replaced with Schwartz' men.