Someone along the way must’ve trained Jimmy well, because after a thumb jerk in the right direction, he pulled into the drive through. “Black decaf, lots of sugar,” Jimmy ordered. “Make that two.”
He pulled up to the window, retrieved two cups, and handed one to Lucky.
Umm… coffee. Lucky eyed the cup with suspicion. Hopefully, he’d get over worrying about drugged Starbucks cups. Something to take up with his therapist next appointment.
And nothing scary about Jimmy knowing how Lucky took his coffee, or rather, used to. No, nothing at all. Lucky eyed the parking lot. If he could only run.
But more questions needed answers before he could bail on his ride, and no running until his insides put themselves back together. He set his drink in the console cup holder. “What do my mother and sister know?” They’d gone through enough the last time he’d been declared dead. Not to mention a whole lotta tears and prayers during his lawless younger days.
“We can’t share a lot at this point, but enough to keep ‘em from worrying too much.” Jimmy frowned. “Your sister doesn’t have a concealed carry permit, does she?”
Her super heavy purse slapping against Lucky’s back came to mind. “I’m not positive, but I’m pretty sure she does, at least in Washington. Why?”
“’Because she took a shot at me with her index finger.”
Lucky laughed and grabbed his stomach. Holy fuck! After a minute or two of deep breathing and a whole lot of cussing, the pain subsided enough for him to talk again. “You better not lie to her. She threatened my partner with a shotgun when he went looking for me after the last time I died.”Last time I died.Who said such things? Lucky wasn’t in the habit of apologizing. The “Sorry” he slipped out must’ve been the drugs talking.
Jimmy grinned again. “I didn’t notice a wedding ring on her finger. I like her spirit, and always had a thing for redheads When all this is over, you won’t shoot me for asking her out, will you?”
Oh, hell no. No looking across the dinner table at a rabid fan with eyes for Charlotte. “No, but she might.” The moment Lucky got a chance, he’d ask his sister to change her hair color from the auburn she currently wore.
“She strikes me as the kind of woman who can take care of herself. I like that.” Jimmy put his serious face back on. “Now, you sure you don’t know why your brother wanted you dead? Have you come up with anything else to tell me about him?”
“He’s a money grubbing sonofabitch who wouldn’t even get tested to donate a hunk of liver and save Dad’s life. And like I said, up till a few hours ago, he believed I was already dead.” Charlotte had warned him Bristol might try to fight Bo for assets if he thought otherwise.
Assets. “Wait a damned minute.”
“You remember something?”
You’re no good alive, but you had some use to me dead.Whoa! “Yeah. Have someone check records from about three years ago. And if he took out life insurance on Dad.” If Lucky was right… the bastard! If he was wrong… Hell, Bristol still might’ve tried to kill him.
“What am I looking for from three years ago?”
“If he came into some money about the time Richmond Eugene Lucklighter died.”
***
Lucky jolted out of a doze. “Owww!” What the fuck? When had the sun gone down?
Jimmy shook Lucky’s shoulder. “We got company.”
The side mirror showed a shiny silver BMW. “How long?” He’d seen a silver Bimmer recently in pictures.
“Since we left Virginia.”
Judging by the road signs, they were nearing Charlotte, North Carolina. Lucky’s famous instincts twisted his gut into knots. “My brother owns a silver BMW. That’s him, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. We’ve run the plates. It’s registered to Bristol Lucklighter.” Jimmy held the steering wheel with a two-handed grip.
“So, he doesn’t believe I’m dead.”
“Nope. Your boss let something slip.”
Walter didn’t let information pass his lips by accident. “You asswipes are using me as bait!” Ow, ow, ow… Was he ever going to quit hurting?
“I’m following orders and taking you home.” Jimmy glanced into the rearview mirror, watched the road a minute, and checked behind them again.
“Has he figured out who you are?”
