Still, they served a purpose today.
He parked outside the stubborn-assed community gate and hoofed through the backyard of an unoccupied house, using the boxwoods for cover.
There the car sat. He’d never driven the blue Ford, but had seen it in the SNB impound lot, seized in a drug deal and waiting to be sold at auction.
Might make a suitable car for Ty. As long as it didn’t reek of “essence of meth lab.”
The driver sat in the car, facing straight ahead toward the house. Charlotte’s car and Rett’s Jeep sat in the driveway. Good, they were home.
He crept up on the Ford, keeping to the driver’s blind spot. Slowly, slowly he approached. He’d half a mind to bring his hand down on the trunk and scare the crap out of the driver.
In one smooth motion, he opened the passenger door and slid in.
“Wha…” Salters pulled a gun. Too late.
“I could’ve shot you ten times by now. Never, ever leave your passenger door unlocked on stakeout.” Hadn’t they covered surveillance safety in one of their earlier lessons? Maybe Lucky had cut the guy loose too quickly.
Jimmy waved a hand in the direction of the deserted street. “But it’s a quiet neighborhood.”
“I don’t care if it is a residential area and nothing seems to be happening right now. An attempted kidnapping took place here last Friday. Am I going to have to bust you back to rookie?”
Salters closed his eyes, shook his head, then reopened them to glower at Lucky. “Look, Harrison, we both know you don’t agree with me dating your sister. Jobwise, it was a stupid move, I know. But I refuse to regret what might be the best thing to ever happen to me.”
Best thing to ever happen to him? Fuuuuuck. Sure took the wind out of Lucky’s sails. Still, he needed to make his point. Talk came cheap. “Do you know Sonny’s gym?” Bo would be home with Charlotte tonight. Lucky could stay out a couple of hours.
“Ain’t that a boxing place down the street from work?
“Yes. Be there at six.” Robinson would take Salter’s place on stakeout at five. Lucky pointed toward home. “And don’t take your eyes off that house.” He got out of the car and strolled off. Hmmm… Should he have checked first to see if Salters could box?
Didn’t matter in Lucky’s current pissed-off state of mind, and his bad need for stress relief.
Oh, yeah. Time to vent his frustration on someone in need of a lesson.
