Lucky groaned, shifting around to put the worst tension in the line of fire.
“Oh.” Bo stopped rubbing. “I downloaded a new game on my cell phone.”
Lucky growled until the rubbing resumed. “You what?”
“I got a new game on my phone. It’s pretty cool. There’s all these things in the backyard to catch…”
“A game?”
“Yes, a game. I can download it onto your phone too, if you’d like.”
Lucky shot out of bed. “That’s it!”
Bo grabbed the comforter and barely missed hitting the floor. “What’s it?”
“My brother loved video games, and Victor had some connections, so I managed to get a copy of something he wanted before it hit the stores. I can’t for the life of me tell you the name, but I swear to God, all I sent was a video game.”
I know I shouldn’t encourage your vices, but here, knock yourself out.
A game. Only a game.
Lucky’s guts untwisted, only to twist up again. Someone had switched the game for heroin. Daytona wasn’t a good enough liar to make up such a story.
So. Victor must have sent the drugs.
Who else could it be?
***
Being in the boss’s office without the boss freaked Lucky out, but he’d crept in twenty minutes early to lie in wait and avoid coworkers, or most particularly, Bo.
And getting up and walking out meant losing his nerve. Nope. Not happening. He needed answers, answers only Walter Smith stood a chance of getting. Had the clock on the wall always been so loud ticking off the seconds?
The boss shuffled into his office, Starbucks cup in hand. Normally Starbucks cups set Lucky to drooling, but anything in Walter’s cup had to be covered in whipped cream with lots of caramel or whatever. Eww… One accidental sip had Lucky in the bathroom scraping his tongue once.
Lucky slunk down in the chair, his ankle crossed over the opposite knee. Walter didn’t notice him until letting out a groan and sinking into his own chair—which also groaned.
“Lucky? My goodness! What are you doing here this early?” Walter glanced at his watch.
“I found out something last night, and I need to ask our mutual friends a question.”
“And which mutual friends are you referring to?” Walter didn’t have to make so much noise sipping his cup of pure sugar, did he?
“The ones who offered me a job.”
Walter stopped sipping in mid slurp. “What kind of question? While I’d never hold you back, I’d hate to lose you here.”
Oh. Damn. Charlotte would be slapping Lucky upside the head for his poor choice of words. “Nah, I haven’t changed my mind. But you remember me telling you about my family disowning me? Not speaking to me?”
“Yes, I recall. It happened right after your arrest, correct?”
“Thereabouts.”
“And?”
“And last night I had a long talk with my sister. Turns out what pissed my parents off is me sending heroin to my kid brother, the one with the drug problems.” If Lucky hadn’t been studying Walter closely, he might have missed the narrowing around the man’s eyes, his pursed lips, the harsh breathing.
Lucky returned the scowl with one of his own. “Do you honestly believe I’d do that to anyone, let alone my own brother? I might have helped Victor ship a lot of drugs back in the day, but only pharmaceuticals, not any schedule 1 drugs. And even if I lost my fucking mind and tried, Victor would’ve found out and stopped me if I so much as talked to a heroin dealer. Too much of a chance of leading cops to his door.”
