Finlay Donovan Knocks 'Em Dead (Finlay Donovan, #2)

by Elle Cosimano

“I don’t know why you’re bothering to cover for that little shit. Especially after he offered to sell me your nudes.” Derek’s head snapped up. He dropped his phone on the counter, knocking over his stool as he stood and shoved his way through the EMPLOYEES ONLY door behind him. Vero and I rushed after him as he threw open a door to a break area containing a kitchenette and a ratty sofa. Cam was inside, seated at a plastic table, holding a large Slurpee to the side of his face. “What the hell, man?” Derek shouted. Cam sprung from his chair. A deep gash sliced across his cheek and his left eye was swollen shut. His other went wide when he saw me. He held his Slurpee protectively close as Derek surged toward him and backed him into the corner. “That was easy,” Vero said, and slipped out of the room. “I paid you to get rid of those pics!” Derek knocked the Slurpee from Cam’s hand, spraying the wall with orange ice. “Hey, I was drinking that!” Derek grabbed Cam by the collar, holding him up by the neck until the tips of his toes were the only thing touching the floor. A chime rang somewhere in the shop. Derek swore, releasing Cam with a shove. “You’re lucky I have a customer, asshole. But you and I? We’re not finished.” Derek lumbered out of the break room. Vero slipped in behind him, slammed the door, and threw the lock. Cam stiffened, pressing back into the corner as Derek realized his mistake and started pounding on the door. “He’s not the sharpest tool in the garage,” Vero ...