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any smart-assed answers from Lucky. Whatever the higher powers chose to
    shove down Lucky’s gullet wasn’t leaving a pleasant taste in Walter’s mouth either.
    “Who’ll be coordinating, then?”
    “For the time being, until we train proper resources, myself or Jameson.”
    Lucky nearly growled. No matter how much experience the fuckwad may have had up in Northeastern territory, he didn’t know his ass from Atlanta
    down here in the South. “He’s been moved here?”
    “He’s on loan as part of our new cooperative efforts.”
    Maybe the bastard fucked up at his last job, and they transferred him because he knew too much. In Lucky’s experience, the DEA looked down their
    noses at the SNB, referring to them as “wannabees”. “Who have you tagged for supervising?”
    “You and Art, for now. It seems other agencies are backlogged and can’t spare senior personnel, although they are sending junior agents
    here for training.”
    Streets of Atlanta, New York, Tucson. Drugs thrived in them all.
    Walter inhaled a long breath and huffed it out. “We’re about to embark on the biggest case to land on my desk in years.”
    “Oh?”
    “The woman from last night admitted to using a substance called ‘bath salts’ on the street. You’re familiar with
    the product.” A statement, not a question.
    Of course. The recent secretary type losing her mind wasn’t Lucky’s first encounter with the shit. “Synthetic drug
    undetectable by drug dogs and most standard drug tests. Causes violent behavior and hallucinations. Makes people see aliens and demons. Most states dealt
    with the problem by making it a control one substance.” On a scale of one to five, control ones were the most dangerous of drugs, illegal, and
    with no accepted medical use in the US.
    The new laws hadn’t helped much, though, and the bureau still dealt with a chemical equaling meth in Lucky’s eyes, and that at one time
had filled convenience store shelves, advertised as a legal high. The episode in the club opened the lid on a huge can of worms.
    “Government measures curtailed the issue for a time, but the drugs are back. We’ve uncovered a pipeline from Mexico, traveling across
    the South and up the East Coast.”
    Interesting. Lucky used to travel that way back when he’d hauled narcotics for his former lover and boss, Victor Mangiardi. “Source of
    intel?” While Lucky wasn’t above using criminal informants, they weren’t often reliable. He’d much prefer shared
    information from law enforcement.
    “Informant.”
    Figured. “What’s he got?”
    “A routine traffic stop uncovered two cases of packets later identified as bath salts, similar to the evidence taken from the lady arrested last
    night. The suspect wants to cut a deal. According to his statement, he wanted out but was afraid what the others in the drug ring might do to
    him.”
    Yeah, right. It’s all fun and games until someone gets busted. “In other words, he’s in bed with dangerous folks, got caught, and now wants us to bail him out.”
    Walter nodded as he spoke. “He’s been cooperative thus far, allowing us time to build our case and position our personnel.”
    Finally, a job worthy of Lucky’s experience. He nodded, itching to get back in the field. “I can be ready to leave in two
    days.”
    A flicker of confusion beetled Walter’s brows, smoothing out a moment later. “Not you this time, Lucky. You’re still
    recovering from injuries. Besides, you’ll have your hands full.”
    “There’s nothing you’ve got for me here that any other agent can’t handle.” Albeit not as well.
    Walter’s jowls eased back, revealing a shit-eating grin. “That’s where I believe you’re wrong. You’ll
    soon have a few more rookies to train.”
    Rookies? Oh kill me now. “I’m already training a rookie.”
    Walter tapped a finger against a file lying on the desk. “As of today, and the completion of his annual review, Bo Schollenberger is no longer