Just as the door clicked shut behind the thug, it swung open again, and Mrs. West walked into the living room, her heels tapping against the marble floor with each step.
Her eyes scanned the room quickly, narrowing slightly. Her face looked as if she could smell something poisonous.
Martin looked at her briefly, then turned away. "Good evening, mom," he said.
Mrs. West kept a straight face. “Who was that man that just passed me in the hallway?”
Martin, still standing by the window, glanced over his shoulder and offered a tight smile. “No one important, he's one of my staff. Just sending him on a quick errand, that’s all.”
Mrs. West folded her arms, tilting her head. “Don’t lie to me, Martin. I recognize that man. He’s one of those low-life thugs you use when you want something done
