Bo’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “As you said, ‘I will be.’ It’s not over till it’s over.”
Oh, the feels! Too many feels! Lucky grabbed Bo’s ass. Feels? Overwhelming. Innuendo? A great diversion from Lucky’s worries. Maybe Bo’s too.
“Ah, there’s the cocky bantam rooster I know and love. I’ll try to be home at a reasonable hour tonight.” This time when Bo left, he didn’t come back.
Lucky loved Bo so damned much. He took Bo’s suggestion and texted Cruz,“Call me.”
His phone rang a few seconds later. Cruz didn’t wait for Lucky to answer. “Mi Amigo!To what do I owe the pleasure? In jail? Need bail money? Or did you just miss me?”
Ha! Like he and Cruz were actually friends. They weren’t, were they? They were just—something. “They’d never take me alive, my parents took out bail insurance on all their kids when we were born, and if I missed you, then I need to spend more time on the firing range. Now, any word on Owen Landry?”
The humor left Cruz’s voice. “Nothing. We tracked him to Texas. There was a possible sighting in New Orleans. The trail went cold.”
Slippery little bastard. “I think he came back to Atlanta.”
“Chastain’s murder?”
“Yeah.” Lucky called it. Cruz already knew.
“Request permission from Walter to share the official report. I’d like to see.”
Lucky snorted. “What you asking me for? I know y’all have a way of getting what you want.” Amazing Victor’s outfit hadn’t gotten copies of the reports before they’d even been completed.
Cruz barked a laugh. “This just saves a little time. I have to do things by the book occasionally, right?”
“Why? I’ve gotten by for years keeping the book firmly closed.” Bo no longer quoted textbooks either. Oh, yeah. Everyone needed a calling in life. Lucky’s was being a bad influence. “Okay, I shared information. What you got?”
The laugh faded. “I have been ordered to keep you apprised of any new developments, and protect you at all costs.”
Ah, he opened the door. Now to step through. “If it’s Owen Landry, and he’s killed once out of revenge, he’s not looking for the big bucks anymore. He wants to get even with anyone who cost him his dream.” Yeah, they’d both been in the business long enough to not need a psychology degree to figure out a criminal mind.
“Then you have a favor to ask.” Trust Cruz to figure out the next step in the dance.
“I’m worried about my family.” Once upon a time Lucky wouldn’t have cared much if someone blew his ass away. Might’ve even thanked ’em. Now? Now he had Bo, Andro, Charlotte, Todd, Ty, and many more. If Landry really wanted to hurt Lucky, he’d strike any one of them.
Worse than death for Lucky.
“You will not see me, but I’ll be watching,” Cruz promised. “Call me if you need more than that.”
“Oh, and one more thing.”
“Yes?”
“The Southwestern Narcotics Bureau is questioning Bo’s ability to fill Walter’s shoes.”
“Who are they suggesting instead?”
“Landry’s former boss, Jameson O’Donoghue.” Bo might not like Lucky involving Nestor and Victor’s outfit, but what use was having powerful friends if he didn’t intend to use them?
Lucky parked his ass in IT to review files on Chastain’s computer, and anything on the man’s phone.
Also, annoying Keith by getting underfoot.
While he held the phone, a new text came in:“I’m coming for you.”
Holy fuck. He checked again. The words hadn’t changed.
Bo, he needed Bo. Lucky dashed out of IT.
