Grumbling under his breath, Keith got out and opened the back door, hauling Lucky upright. Lucky didn’t exactly fight him, being under their boss’s watchful eye, but he didn’t exactly help either.
The cuffs snicked free and Lucky jerked his arms in front of him, rubbing abused wrists. Out of Walter’s line of sight, Keith mouthed, “Fucker.”
Lucky replied, “Not that’ll do you any good. I do have standards, you know.”
“Lucky, that’s enough,” Walter quietly intoned, handing a Starbucks cup over the seat. “Get some sleep, then report in this afternoon.” Lucky stepped out of the car while the man he’d never admit to admiring added, “You did good.”
Keith gave him the hairy eyeball from the side mirror. Lucky stuck out his tongue. The car pulled away, leaving Lucky in front of his duplex.
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