MIGUEL'S MANSION
Ash stood before Miguel in his home office, her expression tense, brows slightly furrowed as she held a tablet.
“I was able to track down Martin West’s home address,” she began. “He wasn’t there—the place is practically lifeless, more like he rarely stays there. No staff, no movement, but there's definitely a trace of recent habitation.
We also found a guest house on one of the West's property, a short drive off the main road. There were clear signs that someone had been there recently. Power was on. Lights flickering through the curtains. Two cars parked behind the trees. I didn’t see anyone, but I have a strong feeling… If Martin has Elizabeth, that’s where he’s keeping her.”
Miguel nodded slowly, the tension in his jaw tightening. “Good work, Ash.”
Ash didn't wait
