“’Sonofabitch’ doesn’t quite cover this one.” Instead of helping Dad, the bastard hoped the man would die so he could line his pockets.
“Now we have our motive. Your being alive makes things inconvenient for a man who’d cashed in your life insurance policy. Especially when he appears to be broke.”
The big house, the fancy car. All paid for by a dead brother. But… “Go back farther.”
“Already on it,” one of the rookies spoke from down the table. “Here it is. A policy for Daytona Lucklighter, taken out fifteen years ago.”
About the time the kid started messing with drugs. “He tried to kill Daytona and pin it on me.”
Walter nodded. “A decent theory.”
“Not only did he want Daytona’s insurance money, he’d always wanted to be the oldest son. He couldn’t stand me being the oldest.” Twisted little bastard.
“But how do we prove he gave Daytona the drugs?” Bo went back to massaging Lucky’s shoulders.
Walter frowned at his empty coffee cup. “We need to interview Daytona Lucklighter again.”
***
Lucky waited at the house, pacing the living room. At long last, Bo pulled into the drive. Good. He started the tea maker for Bo’s green tea and pulled a casserole dish out of the microwave. Chinese takeout, but still, Lucky did put dinner on the table.
He’d even gone to Mrs. Griggs and the Smiths’ to get the pets and put Moose in the backyard until after they ate.
The day took its toll. Lucky sagged down into a chair.
Any minute Bo would come in, they’d have dinner, and he’d reacquaint himself with every inch of his lover’s body.
And then grill him about the case.
Yeah, sounded like a plan.
“Lucky? Lucky!”
“Huh?” Lucky raised his head. How’d he gotten his face into a plateful of chow mein?
“Lucky, you’re dead tired. Go to bed.” Bo mopped at Lucky’s face with a paper towel.
“What?”
“You fell asleep in your food. Go to bed.”
“Don’t wanna. Not without you.” He still owed Bo one for stealing his clothes, and oh the creative ways he’d take his payback. When he worked up enough energy.
“Come on, then, I’ll go with you.” Bo guided Lucky to the bedroom, eased him down on the bed, and proceeded to strip him.
“Oh! Getting me naked so you can have your way with me, right?” Lucky’s dick tried to rally but didn’t get very far.
“Yeah. I’m going to take advantage of a man too exhausted to eat.”
“Give me a minute, I’ll be okay.” And he would be too, especially with Bo stretched out beside him. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
“Are you sure you’re up to this?” Bo examined the Steri-Strip over Lucky’s incision.
“Yup, I’m sure.” Oh, hell, yeah!
Bo stood, wearing a playful smile and fewer clothes by the minute. What a body. What a cock. What a…
Lucky woke up with the sun streaming through the window, an empty bed, and a note: “Walter called me in. Said it was important. I’ll let you know what time I’m coming home.
