Then again…
Many times former agents wound up working for pharma companies. Who better?
He shot arrows with his eyes at Johnson, the hot tinge of anger chasing away disappointment. “What of it?”
She folded her arms across her chest. “If we have a case against a big dog, I’ve yet to hear of it.”
Very deliberately, he flipped the lid of his laptop closed. He didn’t even try to keep the growl from his voice. “What business is it of yours?”
“What?” She staggered back a step, eyes wide. “Why are you pissed with me? What the hell is wrong with you, Lucky?”
What the hell indeed. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?” God, a razor blade slashed his heart. This woman might’ve betrayed him. Everything he’d told her so far had made its way back to O’Donoghue.
He eyed the heart-shaped pendant hanging from her neck.
Johnson plopped a cup of coffee on his desk and flounced away.
The pendant! Keith’s missing microphone!
“Johnson!”
She ignored him, disappearing into the ladies’ room.
She’d brought coffee. A bribe to give her a reason to visit his cube.
Johnson hadn’t yet emerged from her sanctuary when O’Donoghue called him into Walter’s office.
“You called?” Lucky poured an ass load of contempt into those two words. Damn it! He’d wanted to confront his traitor.
O’Donoghue sneered. “Stick to cases you’re given and stop poking around where you’re not supposed to.”
Fuck. “I had every right to go talk to—”
“Whatever business you think you have with Forsyth Pharmaceuticals ends now. You got me?”
All hope died. No more pretending Johnson hadn’t thrown him under a bus. Lucky lifted his chin. “And if I don’t?”
“Mr. Harrison, you’re already on probation. You’ll ride a desk until I say otherwise, you got me? Don’t make me suspend you from duty entirely.”
Lucky clenched his fists and nearly blurted,“How’s that any different than the way things are now?”He managed to keep the words in his mouth. Bo would be so proud. Walter too.
Walter.
Normally he wouldn’t go without a fight, but Keith’s words hung over his head. Bo. Anything he did in the next five minutes stood a good chance of affecting Bo.
Besides, Lucky needed to save his anger to unleash on Johnson.
He strode out of the office without another word. Was that nothingness the sound of his world crashing down?
Bo wasn’t in their cube. Probably out on a case. Like Lucky used to be and might never be again by the looks of things.
Might as well go to lunch.
In his frame of mind, only one place would do.
On his way past the reception desk, he growled, “You see Loretta Johnson, tell her I’m looking for her.” Gunning for her, more like it.
If he found her…
