Chapter 273 Proserpina

• The sound of Madison coughing made the Don halt in his stride. He had been on the way upstairs to change, for his shirt was sweat-stained. The Mafia Don looked down, his brow creased.
• He had opted to forgo using the elevator; Schwartz and he were climbing the stairs slowly, for the Don felt he needed to move around and burn up the drink he had been imbibing so liberally.
• As he looked back, swaying slightly, he saw the scene before him.