Instinctively, Chris Grandy placed himself between Vanessa Silver and the Colt revolver, as Lizzie ranted on. “Did you know Matt tried to make me put a silencer on this thing?” she slurred, as she teetered on her brown stiletto boots.”I told him to screw it, I’d just shoot the dumb fucker anyways” Lizzie laughed, as she readjusted her aim on the company heiress and took a generous swig of Bourbon from her glass.
“Lizzie, put down the gun, you’re not gonna shoot Vanessa” Chris said as his perfect hazel eyes bore a hole through Lizzie’s thick skull.

“Wow, Chris, didn’t…our mom teach you to read?” Lizzie said sarcastically, even though just about everything that came out of her mouth was dripping with sarcasm, as she was drunk enough for all three of them in the room. “She’s the friggin’ mark, Chris, it says so right on the sheet!” Lizzie shouted at her brother, as she waved her weapon in the general direction of the kitchen table. There, laid a crisp, manilla envelope, and a small wallet-sized photo.