O’Donoghue remained uncharacteristically quiet, allowing Walter to run the show. Now there were two alpha males Lucky’d love to watch duke it out. For a moment, he wondered at O’Donoghue’s presence before remembering the man’s newly formed ties to the SNB. DEA or not, he still bore watching. The usual venue of Walter’s office wouldn’t work due to the number of people present. A conference room served instead. Landry (the weasel) sat entirely too close to Bo, Keith (the asshole) occupied a seat in prime suck-up position to the boss, and O’Donoghue (the wild card) occupied neutral territory midway down the rectangular table. Rounding out the group were Bo, Lucky, Walter, a few faces Lucky’d seen but didn’t have names for, and Johnson. “Our informant is a suspect in our smuggling operation, working for us in exchange for a reduced sentence.” In full professor mode, Walter asked, “What does that mean for us?” “He’s a two-bit lowlife who can’t be trusted?”
