Page 56 of Donovan Blake: Adrenalin

“Hi, Candy,” Phoebe said, walking up to join them. “My name’s Phoebe. Why don’t you come and sit down. Would you like a drink?”

“God, yes. It’s been a wild night.”

“Donovan,” Phoebe said, giving him a leave us alone look, “would you mind getting it for her?”

“Not at all. What would you like, Candy?”

“Bourbon would be good.”

“Coming right up.”

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“I realize you don’t know me, but I can see you’re really upset,” Phoebe began, taking her to the couch and sitting down. “Is it because of that man who was killed? Was he a friend of yours?”

“God, no. Sorry, that came out wrong. You’re not supposed to speak ill of the dead, but he was really creepy. His name is Franco. He and Manny go way back.”

“And you’re Manny’s girlfriend, right?”

“Uh, yeah, but let’s get something straight. I only hooked up with Manny to keep Franco away from me. But if Manny’s okay, where is he?”

“He’s busy at the moment, but Candy—”

“Will he be arrested?” she interjected.

“Probably.”

“Just probably?”

“Definitely,” Donovan exclaimed, walking up and handing her a glass, “and on very serious charges.”

“Thanks,” she said, taking the drink. “You’re sure?”

“Yes, absolutely sure.”

“Thank God! I’ll finally be free of both the bastards.”

But as she finished speaking Donovan heard a click, then the sound of the lock turning in the door.

“Crap,” Donovan muttered. “Don’t panic. Just follow my lead.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Darting to the side of the door and leaning his back against the wall, Donovan lifted the gun from his waistband and waited.

“Candy? What the hell are you doing here?” a burly man demanded as he marched into the office. “And who’s your friend?”

“There’s a gun pointed at your back!” Donovan said gruffly. “Hands in the air and get on your knees.”

“Fuck!”

“Yeah, you’re screwed,” Donovan continued, hastily kicking the door shut and locking it as the man complied. “Slowly take your gun from its holster, place it on the carpet and push it towards the desk,” Donovan barked, stepping around him.

“I don’t have a—”

“Hey, don’t even try that bullshit with me,”

“Where’s Manny? Is he still locked in the vault? He said he can’t get out.”

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