C133 Escape

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