Lucky winced at the below.
“I want to see you in my office. Now.”
Damned O’Donoghue.
Rogers squeaked once and ran.
Lucky stormed down the hall and into the office O’Donoghue had claimed, slamming his hand down on O’Donoghue’s desk. “Call off your dogs.”
O’Donoghue rolled his eyes upward and dropped into his chair. “What’s got your shorts in a knot, Harrison?”
Lucky leaned down, putting himself nose to nose with the asshole he’d rather punch than talk to. “I know you’ve been putting your men up to watching me. I’ve done nothing to deserve it. Call them off.”
The man on loan from the DEA for God only knew why leaned back and rested his folded hands on his lap. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” The soul of a predator stared at Lucky from green-flecked blue eyes.
Older than Lucky, the guy kept himself fit, with a wiry build and a New York cop accent he turned on and off at will. Five o’clock shadow darkened his cheeks, even at ten in the morning. Gray accented straight, dishwater blond hair.
Lisa came in, pushing a cart full of boxes. She blanched when she saw Lucky. “Bad time?”
“No. Come on in. This shouldn’t take long.” O’Donoghue shot Lucky a cold glare and made shooing motions with his hand. “If you have a problem with one of your coworkers, come to me. Rogers told me about how you’ve been provoking him. I didn’t believe him, and then I saw you with my own eyes.” Rising from his desk, he took a box Lisa offered. Lisa kept her gaze averted, shoulders slumped.
“Provoking him? He’s been following me!”
O’Donoghue narrowed his gaze. “Paranoid much? Why would he do that? Now get back to work, and I’m warning you, you’d better be on your best behavior.”
He dismissed Lucky with a turned back, opened a desk drawer and loaded the contents into a cardboard carton. What? Was he leaving? Hallelujah! But his leaving wouldn’t explain Lisa’s dejected look.
Lucky rested a hand on the door and wasted his most sinister glower. “Keep them away from me or I’ll deal with them like I would any other stalker.” He charged out of the room without a backward glance.
Bo sat in their cube, typing away.
“Do you know why O’Donoghue might be packing?” Bo had enough friends in the department to access any gossip.
“Packing?” Bo glanced up, fingers hovering over his keyboard.
“Yeah, he’s in his office right now, with Lisa, loading boxes.” Lucky should be elated at the asshole’s leaving, but unease settled like day old coffee in his guts, especially in light of Walter saying O’Donoghue might be in line for his job.
“You stay here, I’ll check this out.” Bo traipsed down the hallway, only to return a few seconds later, face pale and eyes flashing.
“What?” Lucky demanded. Somebody better not have said something to upset Bo. Lucky had a can of whoop-ass he’d be happy to open on anyone dumb enough to mess with his man.
Bo slumped down into his chair. “You’re not gonna like it. Hell, I don’t like it either.”
“Like what?”
Bo raised pain-filled eyes. “He’s moving into Walter’s office.”
Like hell, he would!
Lucky stormed down the hall. Just wait until he got his hands on… He slammed into somebody who let out a surprised, “Oof!”
“Damn it, Lucky,” Johnson yelped. “Watch where you’re going! You almost knocked me over.”
He’d apologize later, after his mission. “I’m going to cuss out the bastard moving into Walter’s office.”
Johnson grabbed him by the arm and spun him around when he tried to walk off. “Who?”
“O’Donoghue.”
