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“Did you find that type of work rewarding?”

“I did,” I said, shifting in my seat.

“Are you uncomfortable talking about your work with Bikers for Kids?” Dr. Fenton asked, softly.

“More like uncomfortable talking about myself at all.”

“I understand,” she said.

“Plus, I never think about my time with BFK as work.”

“It sounds like it must have been extremely hard work. Physically and emotionally. You strike me as a sensitive person, and I can’t imagine you didn’t take your experiences with those children home with you.”

“I suppose Taxi mentions my father in that file.”

Doctor Fenton nodded sympathetically. “I understand he passed away when you were quite young.”

“No offense, Doc, but it’s a little early in the day, and our doctor patient relationship to go there,” I said.

“Fair enough,” Doctor Fenton said.

“Maybe someday I could read the biography Taxi’s written about me,” I said, pointing the folder on her desk.

“I hope you don’t feel like it’s an invasion of your privacy. I asked Agent Davis—”

“Taxi,” I said. “Sorry to interrupt, but Taxi only wants us to use our club names when talking about each other. The first rule of undercover work.”

“Of course,” she said. “I askedTaxito formulate his initial impressions of each team candidate so I could get up to speed as quickly as possible. Normally, we’d have an intake interview before training even began, and then I’d be able to get to know and evaluate you over the course of twenty weeks. But we don’t have that kind of time.”

“I get it.” I sighed. “It’s just kinda creepy, that’s all.”

“I’ll be happy to make a copy for you after our session.”

“Really? That’s not classified information or anything?”

“I think we’ll be okay,” she said with a wink. “Can we return to the topic of your time with Bikers for Kids?”

“Not much to tell,” I replied. “What do you want to know?”

“From what I’ve read, and what you’ve said this morning, I get the impression you enjoyed riding with them. Why did you quit them and join the Burning Saints?”

“It’s not quite like that. I didn’t quit BFK. I was a patch over.”

“What’s a patch over?”

“Sometimes, a trusted member of an MC is allowed to transition from their club into another club. Sometimes entire clubs do it.”

“Is that sort of thing done a lot within the biker community?”

“Thebiker community? You make us sound like a voter demographic,” I said with a chuckle.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

My chuckle turned to a laugh. “I think you’d have to stab me with that letter opener to offend me.”

“Let’s hope our conversations stay puncture wound free,” Dr. Fenton said, steering the conversation back on course. “You were explaining being a patch over.”

“Yeah, it’s not super common, I guess, but both Cowboy and Minus thought it was a good idea, so I was cool with it.”

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