Page 34 of Donovan Blake: Adrenalin

A man who had no idea who she was.

Who her family was.

A man who liked her just because he did.

But she knew very little about him.

She was determined to learn more.

And she knew exactly what she was going to do…

CHAPTER TWENTY

The sun had just set and the sky was darkening as Donovan settled into his seat on the private jet, but as they were about to pull out from the terminal his phone chimed. Knowing it would be Sam he hastily lifted it from his pocket.

“Hey, Sam, you just caught me. We’re about to take off.”

“I was worried I’d miss you. Pardon the pun, but fasten your seat belt. Boris Federov is dead.”

“What the hell…? Where? How?”

“He was in his favorite haunt, that Hungarian place. A woman entered, walked straight to his table, lifted a gun from her purse and shot him and the three men with him.”

“I can’t believe it.”

“She was a pro, Donovan. Cold as ice. Came in, did the job, and left. Everyone was so terrified they just dove under the tables. And you know what happens when people are in panic mode.”

“They don’t remember things clearly.”

“Exactly. Eye witness accounts are still coming in and so far it’s worse than useless. Brown hair, red hair, tall, average height. It’s impossible.”

“This has to be Franco,” Donovan mumbled.

“We don’t know for sure, but yeah, that’s what we’re thinking. Something must have happened to really piss him off. It might even be a knee-jerk reaction to your escape from the van, or maybe Boris goaded him. It’s also possible Franco just decided to go all in.”

“This is crazy. I spoke to Boris only an hour ago. I told him I was leaving for Southampton and all he said was, my buyer is impatient. That was it. But, Sam…what does this mean? Where do we go from here? Am I still going to Manny Trubello’s estate or do I get off this plane?”

“I think we should move forward and see where it takes us. If Manny does have a priceless stolen necklace in his vault and we can get to it—”

“We?”

“Fine, if you can get to it, then we can nail the sonofabitch. But Donovan, all I need is a photograph. If it turns out to be what Boris claimed it was…a priceless piece that’s been stolen…I’ll have grounds to raid the place.”

“On evidence illegally obtained? Won’t that be a problem?”

“You just worry about your end of things. I know how to handle mine. Did you check out that package I left for you?”

“Not yet. I was waiting until we took off, which will be any minute now.”

“You’ll find a flash drive that has detailed plans of the mansion, along with guard patrol schedules and pictures of the interior. Of course Manny may have done some renovations we don’t know about. But, Donovan, there’s something else.”

“Make it quick. We’re rolling.”

“It’s about Phoebe. Her name is Phoebe Beaumont—”

“Yeah, I know.”

“I haven’t finished. She’s the daughter of Frederick Beaumont.”

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