“You didn’t have to.”
“It won’t hurt to question a few folks again.” Damn, Bo had gotten good at imitating Walter’s blank-face expression. Things worked better when every thought, good or bad, registered on his face.
“I need to go with you.”
Bo crouched down, nose to nose with Lucky. “No. You’ve always wanted me to trust you. It’s time for you to trust me. Now you stay here and behave yourself. I’ll call if we find anything out.”
Oh hell no. “No. I’m going with you.”
“Are not.” Bo lifted his chin, in full stubborn mode.
Nobody did stubborn like a Lucklighter. “Am too.”
“Don’t make me do this.”
“Do what?”
Bo turned toward the door. “Josh?”
An armed guard stepped through the doorway. “Yes, Mr. Schollenberger?” Damn, what a pile of muscle.
“Make sure Mr. Harrison stays in his room. For his own good.”
“I need to be there.” Why couldn’t the man see reason? A fight or running might be beyond Lucky’s current abilities, but he’d take his chances. Bo, Mama, and Charlotte’s lives depended on him.
“Okay, you win!” Bo threw his hands in the air. “But first go take a shower.” He wrinkled his nose.
Shower, right. Lucky sat. Crap. IV.
“Go start washing. I’ll get someone to take out your IV.” Bo flapped a hand toward the bathroom. “Go! Time’s a wasting.”
Lucky gritted his teeth and climbed out of bed. No showing Bo how much he hurt. He shuffled into the bathroom wearing nothing but a T-shirt and worn sweatpants. Where was the nurse to get the damned needle out of his hand?
“Toss out your clothes. I’ll pick you something to wear,” Bo called through the door.
Oh, yeah. Clothes. One-handed, Lucky shucked off the pants. Hmmm… The shirt might be a problem. He’d have to wait until the nurse got there.
Lucky opened the door and tossed the pants out.
He waited.
And waited.
Finally, he wrapped a towel around his waist, opened the door, and stuck his head out. “Bo?”
Nothing. The dresser drawer stood open. And empty. What? Nothing in any drawer. No shoes. What the fuck?
“Josh!” Lucky yelled.
The hired muscle strode in. “Yes, sir?”
“Where’re my clothes?”
“I was instructed to tell you if you asked that you don’t need them. And that you’d get them back later.”
Fuck.
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