Proserpina was totally unaware of the drama that had unfolded in the house earlier that evening.

Deep in thought, Lucien Delano had been standing, leaning on his large hands as he stared at the table. And his eyes were narrowed. This was unlike any ransom demand he had seen or heard of. Schwartz approached him and muttered,

“Something smells fishy, Boss.”

The Don nodded. The kidnapper had clearly told him where he had to go, in order to pick up the girl . And the money had to be brought in a bag. That had been another curious thing. Why not have it transferred to a remote location?

The Don...