Now might not be the time to mention Cruz’s promise to do the same.
“From what we’ve pieced together, this case involves a threat to an SNB agent and his family. We protect our own. She’s your sister, Lucky, and by all evidence thus far, we believe her attempted abduction was aimed at you.” Walter’s heavy eyebrows nearly met in the middle of his forehead.
Sneaky suspicion in five, four, three… “Who’s watching the house?”
Walter remained quiet. Oh no, he didn’t!
“Who’s watching the house?” Lucky growled again.
“Lucky. Be nice!” Bo snapped.
“James Salters.”
Did Walter know? “You’re messing with me, right?”
Walter frowned. “What’s wrong withAgentSalters? He’s completed training and is ready for solo assignments, according to your reports.”
Lucky released him from training, making him a full agent and not a rookie. Plus, he’d had a few years with the Virginia office before arriving in Atlanta. Lucky opened his mouth.
Bo cut him off. “I think Salters is the perfect choice.” He glared at Lucky. “Right, Lucky?”
On the one hand, Salters needed to stay away from Charlotte, on the other, that horse done left the barn. Maybe Salters’ interest would make him watch more carefully—his interest and the threat of Lucky’s boot getting up close and personal with his ass. He also went by the book, kinda like Bo before he’d learned to bend a bit.
But Salters watching the house gave him several hours of reprieve before Lucky sat him down for a talk. Or rather, Lucky would talk, Salters would listen.
“Lucky, calm down,” Bo grumbled, giving some hellacious side-eye.
Oh. Lucky unclenched his jaw—and his fists.
Walter cleared his throat, drawing attention back to himself. “I’d prefer if you kept a low profile as well, Lucky.”
What? “Me?”
“Yes, and Bo too. How’s Moose?” Clever. Changing the subject and fixing Lucky with a challenging glare. Yeah, yeah. No fighting back. Walter pulled rank.
While Lucky stared down Walter, Bo answered, “He’s better. Charlotte is picking him up at the vet today.”
Walter’s brows reached for his hairline. “Alone?”
“Oh no. Loretta took the day off to keep her company.”And act as bodyguardwent unsaid.
Good thing Bo felt like talking. Lucky sure the hell didn’t. Sulking and conversation didn’t work well together. And how had Bo known about Johnson’s plans?
Rett or Charlotte probably told him. Or working in this office might grant the ability to simply know things, like Walter seemed to.
“Ah!” Walter’s gloomy expression brightened. “I knew she’d requested a vacation day, but didn’t know why. If Charlotte has to leave the house, she couldn’t be in safer hands.”
Lucky would still rather she stay home.
“Oh, and by the way, Lucky.” Walter gave a sinister smile that caused a sudden desire to run. “After reading the reports of the break in and Charlotte’s attempted abduction, three separate agencies have asked for her resume.”
Over Lucky’s dead body.
Though Walter did have a point. Charlotte would score higher in marksmanship and intelligence than most of Lucky’s former trainees.
Still, he’d never get over the need to protect her.
Lucky cursed the boxwoods the housing developers insisted on planting in the neighborhood. They added too many places to hide. As soon as he got his hands on a chainsaw, he’d reduce the ones around his house to kindling.
