Free Diversion 1 - Diversion by Eden Winters Page A

nearly choked. Itd been so long since hed had a worthy opponent that he wasnt quite prepared for the vocal right hook. “Are you sure? Maybe you need a closer inspection.” He lowered the camera and reached for Bos binoculars. “You wont be needing those. My johnson doesnt require magnifying.”
“Pretty fucking hung up on yourself, arent you? Let me tell you something.” Bos face shaded scarlet. “You seen one cock you want nothing to do with, youve seen em all.”
Lucky watched, tuning out the traffic sounds, mulling over what might have been a confession. No time for distractions now, duty called. “Wait right here.” Damn the timing. Hed love to continue their conversation.
Letting a barrage of questions fall on deaf ears, Lucky grabbed a ball cap and a hightech gizmo hed been waiting for a chance to use from the backseat. His favorite surveillance supplier had recently introduced a new item, one with a battery guaranteed to last eight weeks, a far cry from the model thatd once proved his undoing, long ago, in another lifetime. If he could only have held out for fourteen days, the maximum battery life of that particular unit…
He opened his car door and stooped to remain unseen under the low walls of the parking garage, scuttling like a palmetto bug down the ramp and meeting a few of the real things on the way down. Bugs and rats. Both grew bigger in Florida. Must be the sunshine.
Pulling his hat down firmly over his brow and moving his shades from his pocket to his face, Lucky checked both ways and stepped out of the garage, casual, unhurried. A quick look-see above proved Bo remained with the car, though his binoculars now followed Lucky instead of the silver Corvette pulling from the clinics parking lot.
Shoving his hands into his pockets, Lucky strolled unhurriedly along the sidewalk, making a note of security cameras. Because they didnt move to follow him, he assumed they either were stationary, dummies, or someone inside fell asleep at the wheel. Lucky loved it when targets grew lax in security. It made his job easier. Still, best to treat them as though they were live. Hed learned long ago to err on the side of caution.
When the guy with the hand truck slammed the SUVs cargo area closed and disappeared inside the building, Lucky did a quick side-to-side check and dropped to his knees by the vehicle. In one fluid motion he rolled onto his back, peeling the covering off the magnet and slapping a tracking logger underneath the fender.
The crunch of gravel under a shoe made his blood run cold, and he slid out and away from the SUV, crouching beside a green mini-van. The crunching grew closer and he yanked his watch off, shoving it under the edge of the van.
“Mind telling me what youre doing?” a masculine voice barked, with enough edge to tell a seasoned pro like Lucky that it wasnt a busboy or store clerk he dealt with. The man at his back radiated danger and authority. Lucky didnt need to see him; he heard it in the voice.
“Damned, fucking, cheap-assed piece of shit,” he babbled, making sure the guy had a clear shot of him reaching under the van to retrieve his watch. “You pay good money for something, you expect it to stay on your wrist where it belongs.”
The words of a long ago mentor came back to him. Dont act evasive, but whatever the fuck you do, boy, do not make eye contact. Too bad Dad had been talking twelve-point white tails and not armed thugs. However, the principle worked the same with either. The target youd kill or the one out to kill you. Dad. Damn but I miss you. Why did you have to go and give up on me?
He stayed in position, pretending to refasten his watch. Two and a half minutes from parking garage until now. A door opened and closed behind him, and he let out the breath hed been holding. Kicking himself for twelve kinds of fool for coming close to getting caught, he stood and watched the SUV drive away, hoping Bo captured the license plate. While not unheard of to cross the