By the time Lucky finished checking financial records, he had his pattern, leading him to parents, the doctor, the pharmacist, the magistrate… No telling how many others.
He’d always gone undercover for drug cases, didn’t get involved much with other crimes, but right now, he needed to track down a bookie.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
No? Walter said no? Bo said, “Oh hell no!”
What Lucky could do he would, via the internet. Private citizens could research shit on-line, right?
And damn, it was easy to find what he needed. Betting on high school sports was legal through offshore sportsbooks? What the ever-loving fuck?
The fucking clusterfuck at Clifton High couldn’t possibly be sanctioned by any damned body. And him out on medical leave meant he’d better keep his ass on this couch. Bad enough getting around Walter, getting around someone while sharing a house might be damned near impossible.
They hadn’t taken his laptop from him.
Yet.
The front door opened. “Hey, Lucky…”
Lucky shut his laptop at the speed of light. “Bo! You’re home early.” Fuck, that sounded like a complaint when Lucky normally bitched about Bo coming home late.
“It’s seven.”
That late? Wow. Lucky’d gotten involved in his work. “The drugs. It’s the drugs.” Lucky held up his injured hand.
Bo approached the couch, arms folded over his chest, and eyebrow rising. “What are you doing that you don’t want me to know about?”
“Nothing.” Lucky slid his laptop under the couch.
“Lucky!”
Fuck. Lucky sighed, retrieved his laptop and passed it over.
Bo sank down beside him on the couch, softening the blow with a caress to the thigh. He opened the laptop, stared a few moments, and let out a low whistle. “First, you were told to rest and you’re on medical leave. You’re not supposed to work.”
This might be one of the dumbest things Lucky ever did, but he asked, “What’s second?”
“This is some damned good work.” He closed the laptop. “I’ll get Loretta right on this.”
“Johnson? You’re giving this to Johnson?”
Bo said the one thing sure to get Lucky’s acceptance. “Would you rather I gave this to someone else?”
“Damn, you play dirty.”
“When it comes to you playing it safe, yes.” Bo turned to face Lucky. “I’ll be honest. Your last trip to the hospital got me thinking.”
Uh-oh. “And?”
Bo patted Lucky’s thigh. “Seeing you in that bed…”
All those times Lucky worried about Bo, now Bo returned the favor.
“I realized I could lose you. I thought with you going to training you’d be safer, but, Lucky, I can’t go through that again, or something worse. You always go charging in, like the night you and Loretta went to that warehouse without backup.”
“In my defense, Walter told me to.”
“And I’ll be talking to him next. Not as your partner, but as the future department head. You need to start taking things easier. Not take so many chances.”
