is such a bitch.
Then I think about Lucky. He’s not happy either. That’s probably why he’s not here. Could it be that I made him more miserable than he already was? Great. Awesome. Just what I needed. I shove thoughts of him aside and focus all my attention on Ozzie so I don’t start crying like a damn baby.
“For this job, we need to get into some Twitter accounts and possibly some Facebook accounts, too.” Ozzie looks over at Jenny. “Is that something you can do?”
She nods. “Of course. Not a problem.” Whenever Ozzie or anyone talks to Jenny about her work, her personality totally changes. She turns from a marshmallow into a tiger. I like seeing that in her. It gives me hope that she won’t completely fall apart if we’re ever in a tight spot together.
“Are you going to need Lucky’s help?” Thibault asks.
Jenny looks around. “Where is Lucky? He didn’t answer the text I sent earlier this morning.”
I don’t say anything, hoping Thibault will explain it off in a way that doesn’t get her too interested. She’s already way too curious about what happened between us Friday night.
As usual, my bad luck holds. Before Thibault can speak, May pipes up. “Something happened with him this weekend. And Toni.” She looks at me, her eyes sparkling.
I scowl at her, seriously itching to throw my mug and all its contents across the table. “Nothing happened.”
Thibault speaks up, cutting into what May was going to say next. “All we need to know right now is if Lucky has to be involved in the mission. That’s it.”
Jenny looks from me to Thibault and then to May, her expression telling me she’s confused, but she finally settles on our second-in-command, answering his question. “I don’t need Lucky to do what Ozzie mentioned. If all you want is to get into accounts and monitor them, I can handle that on my own.”
Thibault nods. “Great. That’s what I wanted to hear.” He looks to Ozzie. “What else do we need?”
“Surveillance on three different targets, but we don’t know yet where any of it should be set up. First, we’ll take a look at the accounts, then we’ll try to figure out the exact locations from that.”
“What do you need me to do?” I ask. I have to be kept busy. All this free time is giving me too much room to think, too much space for my mind to wander in.
“Toni, you’re with May. Hop in the van and drive around the general Mid-City and Treme areas, see what you can see, scope it out. Take some shots.”
“You think we’ll need the Parrot?” I really hope he says yes to that. I like flying the drone, even though I suck at it. May has been giving me lessons, being some kind of weird-ass savant with the thing herself. I couldn’t believe it the day she flew the thing right up to the top of a pole, as if she’d been doing it all her life and not for the first time ever. It would have pissed me off if it hadn’t been so impressive. She’s only gotten better since.
“I don’t think so,” Ozzie says. “Not right away. You can bring it, but I don’t think you’ll need it until later. It’s going to take Jenny some time to get what she needs, I would guess.”
Ozzie looks at Thibault. “I need you on the horn with the detective in charge of the case. He might be able to give you some information that can help.” He pauses and looks down at his notes. “Although, from what I’m hearing, they’re pretty much clueless at this point. Unfortunately, it seems like time is running out. They’re hearing chatter that something big is about to go down, so the chief wants us to put a rush on this.”
Jenny speaks up. “Why are we being asked to help?” She pauses and looks at the team. “Is it okay for me to ask that question? It’s just that it helps me to know all the details, even the ones that might seem insignificant. They sometimes lend meaning to messages, especially ones that might have some code-words dropped in.”
Ozzie looks uncomfortable. “All I can say right now, because I haven’t been given all the information, is that the chief suspects that somebody inside the department is helping these guys out. Making it easy for them to make clean getaways and hide their presence.”
May’s eyes widen. “A mole?” She looks up at