“Yeah?”
“Since you’ve done all this work, tied up so many lose ends, I’ve convinced the DEA to use you as a consultant.”
“You what?”
“Isn’t that what you always wanted, to keep some control of your cases once they went national?
“Yes, but…”
“But nothing. You’re wasted in the field.” Bo tapped Lucky’s temple with a fingertip. “All that knowledge you’ve built up over the years needs to be shared. Once you’re cleared to go back to work, you’ll be consulting on this case, and a few others.”
“They aren’t close to closing the case?” What the fuck?
“No, Lucky, it’s too big, huge even. I hate to say it, but it might be years before anyone comes close to solving this one.”
“Not good enough.” Lucky couldn’t give up. Not now. Too many people needed to pay for their crimes.
“They’ll come to justice, every last one of them, and you and I will be there, helping. Just not today.” Bo brushed his lips over Lucky’s temple.
Yolanda, the baby, so many other victims. Students. Fuck.
Lucky flumped down onto the couch, Bo beside him.
Bo patted his thigh. “We’ve won a few battles, but the war rages on.”
Yes, the war did, on the streets of Atlanta and everywhere. Lucky might be beaten up, dragged through the mud, and a little worse for wear, but by God, he was an SNB agent, and eventually, he’d round up all involved and they’d face justice.
Just not today.
Damn it.
CHAPTER FORTY
Salters stopped Lucky on his way to the elevator. “Talk to your sister lately? You could always invite me to dinner.” He waggled his brows.
So much for thinking he’d gotten over his Charlotte obsession.
Lucky summoned every bit of his asshole reputation into his scowl. “Don’t even think about it.”
Asswipe.
The drive home proved uneventful, though sitting in a conference room wore him the hell out. Biggest case of his career, and growing with each day.
At least consulting kept him off the streets and kept Bo happy. But one day? Who knew?
Charlotte sat at the kitchen table, staring down at her hands, an unreadable expression on her face.
Lucky rushed to her side and took the next chair. “Charlotte? Did something happen? Is it Mom or Dad? Ty?”
She jumped, hissing, “I have to go!” into her phone. Who the hell had she been talking to?
She opened her hands, revealing a little plastic device.
What? He stared until the shape made sense. Oh. Oh! In the center, a small window showed a plus sign.
Charlotte let out a sob. “I’m sorry, Lucky. I truly didn’t know or I’d have said. I know this might be too much to take in, given that you and Bo already have a baby…”
Oh, God. Charlotte pregnant? Not one kid, but two?
