Capone sat in the living room of the villa where Mandy was staying. Due to Mandy's leg injury, they had been meeting here to discuss matters recently, instead of gathering in Capone's study as before.
Capone poured himself a small glass of tequila and offered one to Mandy, who declined.
"I can't drink!" Mandy's injury had not healed, and the doctor had advised against alcohol and cigarettes.
Capone frowned as he looked at Mandy's legs. What had once been strong and well-built legs now appeared to be atrophied, with the pants legs hanging loosely.
"Has Cronus and the others come to see you recently?"
"Yes," Mandy replied, sitting in his wheelchair. He remained as terse and cold as ever, but there was a pallor in his eyes that Capone had never seen before.