Finlay Donovan Crosses the Line (Finlay Donovan #6)

Assuming Vero’s sleuthing had steered us to the right place, it appeared that Theodore Sideris rented a ramshackle house on a lot that could have doubled as a salvage yard. Vero grimaced as she studied it through the binoculars she’d found in my glove box.

“What did you say he majored in again?” I asked, determined not to let my children pursue whatever area of study had landed Theo in a dump like this.

“Business,” Vero said, passing me the binoculars. “We had a lot of classes together freshman year. That’s how we met.” She tapped her fingernails on her armrest as we waited for his BMW to show up. “How long does it take to do a little shopping?” she asked irritably.

“Maybe he stopped at a restaurant to grab something to eat.” We’d been sitting in my minivan staking out his house for almost an hour.