gotten friendly with the woman. The guy who apparently owned no shirts sat by the front door. “You see who did this?”
“Nope.”
“No, of course not.” Day started on the bad note, Lucky left the car on cement blocks like he’d found it and called a cab, trading one hell for another—a nine to five job.
He emailed the theft report to Walter. Let him deal with it.
* * * “Yo! Reggie! Get over here!”
Reggie, get over here. The bastard went on and on like some broken record. Lucky trotted over to his coworker’s side. Was the smoke pouring from his ears enough to set off the fire alarm?
Sammy, a heavyset, pimplyfaced kid who couldn’t have been old enough to legally drink, handed a clipboard back to a man leaning against the door of a delivery van. The van driver watched like a hawk as Lucky and Sammy unloaded generic-looking gray totes. None were the double-sealed variety used to transport controlled substances.
They loaded their bounty onto a cart. The shipping clerk stepped out of her mini-office and snatched the paperwork off the totes, logging in receipt before returning the forms to Lucky. “Take this up to the pharmacy,” Sammy instructed, probably enjoying the hell out of ordering around the new guy.
Lucky squashed down a smile. It wouldn’t do to show eagerness to a supervisor younger than most of his socks. If the guy knew how badly Lucky wanted inside the hospital to catch a glimpse of his partner, he’d probably wind up leg-shackled in the basement. He rode the elevator up to the second floor and scanned for tall brunets while wheeling the cart down the hallway to the pharmacy.
“Got something for us?” a too -perky woman asked when Lucky scanned his ID badge and let himself in, as he’d had to do in other areas of the hospital. Fort Knox had nothing on this place, security-wise. Lucky approved.
“Danvers?” He called out the name from the packing slip.
A balding man approached, wearing a white jacket similar to the one Bo’d worn while playing pharmacist at a bogus pain clinic in Florida. His pale skin nearly matched his jacket. Sheesh, did the guy have something against getting outside every once in a while?
“You won’t find Mr. Danvers down here with us mere mortals,” the pharmacist drawled. “He doesn’t leave the crystal palace unless he has to.”
“The crystal palace?”
“The fourth floor,” the woman explained, her pink smock marking her as a pharmacy tech, if Bo’s explanation of the color- coded pecking order in pharmacies held true. Pharmacists wore white, techs didn’t. “He’s in purchasing and doesn’t come down here often.”
The pharmacist sniffed. “Probably won’t come down at all now. Did you get an eyeful of his hot new assistant?”
“Yeah. If I worked with the guy instead of you, I’d never be late to work. He’s got a body that’d stop a truck.” The woman grinned, teeth flashing against her dark skin. Lucky wanted to grab them both by the back of the neck and clang their heads together. She redeemed herself slightly by adding, “But Danvers is too straight to notice the hottie. Me, on the other hand? I appreciate the Lord’s bounty in all flavors and colors.”
“Honey, back in the day, I’d have that lovely man wrapped around my little finger.” The pharmacist signed for the cartons with a flourish and traipsed off. Two more pharmacists and another tech milled behind a counter.
In your dreams, shithead.
“Don’t mind him, he’s harmless,” the woman said. “I’m Ava, and he’s Martin.” She hiked a thumb in Martin’s direction.
“I’m Reggie. Just started today.” Reggie! Bah!
“Nice to meet you, Reggie. Don’t let Sammy give you too hard a time down in receiving. He likes to pretend he’s more than he is if you get my drift. Stand up to him. He’ll back down.”
Imagining Bo’s elbow nudging his ribs and a hissed Be nice! Lucky managed a semisincere, “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it. Now if you’ll excuse me,
“Nope.”
“No, of course not.” Day started on the bad note, Lucky left the car on cement blocks like he’d found it and called a cab, trading one hell for another—a nine to five job.
He emailed the theft report to Walter. Let him deal with it.
* * * “Yo! Reggie! Get over here!”
Reggie, get over here. The bastard went on and on like some broken record. Lucky trotted over to his coworker’s side. Was the smoke pouring from his ears enough to set off the fire alarm?
Sammy, a heavyset, pimplyfaced kid who couldn’t have been old enough to legally drink, handed a clipboard back to a man leaning against the door of a delivery van. The van driver watched like a hawk as Lucky and Sammy unloaded generic-looking gray totes. None were the double-sealed variety used to transport controlled substances.
They loaded their bounty onto a cart. The shipping clerk stepped out of her mini-office and snatched the paperwork off the totes, logging in receipt before returning the forms to Lucky. “Take this up to the pharmacy,” Sammy instructed, probably enjoying the hell out of ordering around the new guy.
Lucky squashed down a smile. It wouldn’t do to show eagerness to a supervisor younger than most of his socks. If the guy knew how badly Lucky wanted inside the hospital to catch a glimpse of his partner, he’d probably wind up leg-shackled in the basement. He rode the elevator up to the second floor and scanned for tall brunets while wheeling the cart down the hallway to the pharmacy.
“Got something for us?” a too -perky woman asked when Lucky scanned his ID badge and let himself in, as he’d had to do in other areas of the hospital. Fort Knox had nothing on this place, security-wise. Lucky approved.
“Danvers?” He called out the name from the packing slip.
A balding man approached, wearing a white jacket similar to the one Bo’d worn while playing pharmacist at a bogus pain clinic in Florida. His pale skin nearly matched his jacket. Sheesh, did the guy have something against getting outside every once in a while?
“You won’t find Mr. Danvers down here with us mere mortals,” the pharmacist drawled. “He doesn’t leave the crystal palace unless he has to.”
“The crystal palace?”
“The fourth floor,” the woman explained, her pink smock marking her as a pharmacy tech, if Bo’s explanation of the color- coded pecking order in pharmacies held true. Pharmacists wore white, techs didn’t. “He’s in purchasing and doesn’t come down here often.”
The pharmacist sniffed. “Probably won’t come down at all now. Did you get an eyeful of his hot new assistant?”
“Yeah. If I worked with the guy instead of you, I’d never be late to work. He’s got a body that’d stop a truck.” The woman grinned, teeth flashing against her dark skin. Lucky wanted to grab them both by the back of the neck and clang their heads together. She redeemed herself slightly by adding, “But Danvers is too straight to notice the hottie. Me, on the other hand? I appreciate the Lord’s bounty in all flavors and colors.”
“Honey, back in the day, I’d have that lovely man wrapped around my little finger.” The pharmacist signed for the cartons with a flourish and traipsed off. Two more pharmacists and another tech milled behind a counter.
In your dreams, shithead.
“Don’t mind him, he’s harmless,” the woman said. “I’m Ava, and he’s Martin.” She hiked a thumb in Martin’s direction.
“I’m Reggie. Just started today.” Reggie! Bah!
“Nice to meet you, Reggie. Don’t let Sammy give you too hard a time down in receiving. He likes to pretend he’s more than he is if you get my drift. Stand up to him. He’ll back down.”
Imagining Bo’s elbow nudging his ribs and a hissed Be nice! Lucky managed a semisincere, “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it. Now if you’ll excuse me,
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