MARTIN WEST'S HOUSE
Martin West paced slowly across his living room, the dim evening light casting shadows across the room.
A glass of brandy sat untouched on the side table. He barely noticed it—his mind was elsewhere, focused on the plan he had been putting together for says. One of his men stood stiffly a few feet away, waiting for instructions.
Martin turned, voice cold and rough. “Tomorrow is the perfect day to grab Elizabeth McGrath.”
The thug blinked, unsure if he heard right. “Tomorrow? You mean during the McGrath company’s annual gala? There'll be too much attention, boss”
Martin stopped pacing and looked him squarely in the eye. “Exactly. That’s the point. It’s going to be a busy night. The who's who of the business world will be there. Security will be focused on the venu
