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March 30 - April 3, 2025
He was blackmailing them. Blackmailing them to ensure their silence. Harris was preying on married women with children. Women with successful, rich husbands who had the means, social standing, and resources to completely ruin their lives.
I didn’t do it. I wasn’t the one who’d killed Harris Mickler.
“Someone else must have wanted Harris Mickler dead. Whoever it was must have seen us leave the bar and followed me home.
“Andrei Borovkov is an enforcer for the Russian mob. He murders people for a living.
Just because your name is on the deed, it doesn’t give you the right to bust in here anytime you feel like it. Maybe you should read your rental agreement, specifically paragraph four, clause b, which explicitly states you have to notify your tenant of your intent to enter the property.
“Paying her with what?”
“You have no money, Finn. You’re months behind on all of your bills. There’s no way you can afford that.”
“Ms. Donovan has plenty ...
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“There is no possible way she made enough money from those crappy books to pay down all that debt.”
“Those bills have been piling up for months. She owes me a lot more than…” His face fell. His forehead creased and his arm sagged, his eyes swinging through the house like searchlights. “Where are the bills?”
I was done being belittled and made to feel like what I did wasn’t important. That I couldn’t take care of myself or our children. I was done being made to feel like I didn’t belong on the top shelf with people like Steven and Theresa. I opened my email, shoved a piece of paper in the printer, and silently cursed Steven as it started humming.
“My offer letter. You want to know what my crappy books are worth? See for yourself.”
She makes double that, plus extra when she sells media, film options, and translation rights. That’s all before she collects her royalties.
“You and Theresa might want to reconsider your custody suit. According to my accountant, we have the resources to fight it.”
“We’re going to answer the door,” I said with a forced calm, “and we’re not going to say anything without an attorney. If he’s here to arrest me, you’re going to stay here with Delia and Zach. Then you’re going to call my sister and tell her to meet me at booking and bail me out.”
“If Theresa’s arrested on suspicion of murder, your ex-husband’s attorney would probably advise him to let go of the custody fight.”
“Holy shit, Finn! You did it!”
I’m seriously proud of you.” She was. I could see it in the shine in her eyes. The last time Georgia had looked at me that way was the day Zach was born. And Delia before that. It was the same way my parents had looked at Georgia when she’d graduated from the police academy, and with every promotion she’d earned since.
“It is a hard thing to be a woman in a man’s world,”
“Patricia Mickler no longer exists. I made certain of it.”
Patricia has always been skittish, easily intimidated. If the police pushed too hard, she might have said something foolish. And that would have been very bad for both of us.”
Feliks Zhirov was virtually untouchable.
According to Georgia, he’d never spent a day in jail even though he was guilty as sin.
“I know Theresa’s client is a man named Feliks Zhirov. He’s very wealthy, very powerful, and very
deep in organized crime. And, according to our guys in criminal intelligence, Feliks has Harris Mickler’s accounting firm on retainer.”
“Nothing Feliks Zhirov does is innocent. He’s shopping for land.”
what does Feliks want the land for?”
“Feliks’s outfit runs drugs, weapons, and human traffic. He buys a lot of buildings and warehouses to keep his inventory moving.
“I was at my AA meeting at the Episcopal Church on Van Buren.
“The grass on Feliks’s Lincoln came from your ex-husband’s farm.”
Nick was right. Feliks was using Steven’s farm for business. As a dumping ground for bodies. “How are we going to find Harris in this mess?”
“Unassuming famous authors. The kind who use fake names and wear terrible disguises.”
My name’s Finlay Donovan.”
