Page 109 of Finlay Donovan Knocks 'Em Dead

“There’s something in yours,” she said, setting the others aside. She reached in, withdrawing a cream-colored envelope. My heart stopped when she turned it over, revealing a crimson wax seal.

Vero came to sit beside me on the couch, both of us too stunned to speak as she passed me the envelope.

Slowly, I tore it open, unfolding several sheets of printed images on computer paper. Vero read over my shoulder as I skimmed them.

“They’re screenshots. From the women’s forum,” I said. The posts had been decoded in the margins in pen: drop locations for drug deals, shipment information for weapons, names of Feliks’s associates and targets. Someone knew that site was a front. And they knew exactly who was behind it.

A price had been written in bold, red ink. The message had been signed.

“EasyClean’s blackmailing Feliks,” I whispered. “He wants two million dollars to keep quiet.”

I turned to the last page and found a message for me.

Someone is making a mess, Ms. Donovan.

I want EasyClean found and this business tidied up.

Don’t disappoint me.—Z