“Good morning. I’m Captain Will Fuller,” he said, reaching out to shake Kaitlyn’s hand. “Sir, Madame Boursellino was seized from her car as she pulled up outside the Ritz Hotel in Paris at about 1:30 this morning. Two men wearing balaclavas and armed with light machine guns held up the chauffeur and the bodyguard. There was an exchange of fire and the guard was killed. They shot out the tires of the car to prevent a pursuit. A demand has been received at the New York HQ of Sackman-Platinum.
“What do they want?” asked Randolph.
“Sir, they want you to surrender to them in exchange for Madame Boursellino. I believe you know these gentleman wish to discuss matters of business with you.”
Randolph glanced at the array of wall clocks showing all the time zones of the world. His face was seriou
