Still, Lucky needed more proof against the man. Maybe he should call Nestor. No, better not make a deal with the devil.
Maybe another devil.
He dialed Keith’s number and left a message on voice mail. “Okay, you asshole, I’ve had enough of your shit. Bring your sorry ass to the gym and fight me like a man, in the ring.” If anyone managed to intercept the message, they’d now know Lucky wasn’t in Spokane, but oh well.
He pushed Cat Lucky off his lap, strode into the bedroom, and filled his gym bag. On his way to the front door he paused. “I have to go out for a while. Y’all behave yourselves while I’m gone.”
Moose opened his eyes, stared up at Lucky from his place by the couch, thumped his tail twice, and promptly went back to sleep.
With more spring in his step than Lucky had a right to, he traipsed out the door. With any luck, he’d find Keith waiting for him.
Now to put plans into motion.
Even if he did have to call in Keith for help. An SNB agent beat one of O’Donoghue’s puppets any day of the week.
***
“I’m not fighting you.” Keith stood in the gym locker room, fully clothed, and with no gym bag in sight.
“You’ve smartened up some then.” Lucky couldn’t resist the dig.
Keith rolled his eyes. “Is there a reason you called me here?”
“Yeah. No one will question us being here, and I didn’t want to get Lisa involved again.”
“What for?” Keith took a step back.
“I need a favor.” Lucky dropped his gym bag to the floor and crossed his arms over his chest. Normally, he’d love to intimidate Keith. Right now he needed information. “I thought we’d be safe enough here to talk.”
“Except that the gym is the last place I’d willingly go.” Keith waved a hand, indicating a body more used to a couch and TV than a gym.
Oh. Yeah. “Well, there is that.”
Keith narrowed his eyes. “What do you need?”
“Were you ever able to locate the missing parts of the video you gave me?”
“No. Why?”
“I need more evidence on O’Donoghue.” Lucky gave his nemesis the condensed version of all he’d learned, minus the part about Walter being on his way back into the game. As much as it pained him to take a dickwad like Keith into his confidence, he’d proven his loyalty to Walter.
“What do you need from me?”
“You’re the surveillance expert. I need something tying him to what happened at Chastain Pharmaceuticals. Phillip was undercover there when the illegal shipment showed up, but that doesn’t prove O’Donoghue put him up to it. I also have reason to believe he’ll soon be working for Forsyth.”
Proof of Phillip planting an illegal shipment would bring more than just embarrassment to both DEA and SNB.
Which didn’t make sense. If O’Donoghue could be working at Forsyth, making one hell of a lot more than with the SNB, why hang around?
“What do you want me to do, specifically?” Keith relaxed his fight or flight stance. Slightly.
“Can you bug Phillip?” Johnson still had the necklace, but so far Phillip hadn’t said anything useful to her. He’d brag to his buddies at work though.
Keith shook his head. “I’ll do what I can, but while Phillip isn’t exactly smart, some of his cohorts have enough sense to realize lines are drawn, and sooner or later, we’re going to push back.” He rested his hands on his hips. “I’d keep an eye on Landry if I were you.”
Lucky always did, but didn’t feel the need to share. “Any particular reason?”
“I dunno. Just something about him gives me the creeps.” Keith gave an exaggerated shiver.
