Chapter 460. Undercurrents

Proserpina had already stopped listening, for she had buried her face in her hands, praying, her heart filled with gratitude. Her son, Paddy, was going to be all right!

Paddy was going to be fine!

***

Schwartz

He glanced at the time as he sipped at his brandy.

He knew that Aiyana was at home, waiting for him to return. But this evening, he had other things on his mind.

And meeting Aiyana was like just about the last thing he wanted to do.

***

Philippe was still missing. The plane had crashed and there had been no information from the people who had been on board; had they survived?

He glanced at the Boss. The man had, as he always did, shed his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt to his waist, a sign that the was restless, rearing to beat up someone. The Mafia Don was a picture of fury, barely contained, as he made calls, and made sure that all the help he could muster up, was out there, on the way to find Philippe.