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“Son of a bitch!”

“I called Matlock first, so he could get to the station.”

“Good job, Prospect. I’ll send someone to get you.”

Disconnecting the phone, I looked at Nav when I heard him say, “No fucking way.”

“What the fuck is going on?” King yelled.

“That was Archie. Deputy Reed just arrested Haizley.”

“Arrested her for what?”

“Murder,” I said.

“Nav?”

“Got a facial recognition for Benjamin Williams.” He looked at me and I knew I wasn’t gonna like what he said next.

Nav hit a few buttons on his computer and a picture of Deputy Beckett Reed appeared.

“Who the fuck is Benjamin Williams and why is that a picture of Deputy Reed?” Declan asked.

I shoved past him, running for my bike.

There was no fucking time to explain.

I had to get to Haizley.

Chapter Forty-Six

Haizley

“Good morning, Aspen.”

I held the door open for Aspen and waved to Archie and Johnny, who waited outside by the road. Gunner had ordered Archie to be my permanent shadow. He sat outside my house every day while I was inside with my patients. He would then either wait for Gunner to come home or follow me back to the clubhouse, where I would meet Gunner for dinner.

Johnny had escorted Aspen to my home to start her sessions outside the clubhouse. I needed to look into renting an office space; it wasn’t wise to invite strangers into my home. The few patients I had now were all connected to the club in some way; therefore, I wasn’t worried about my safety. But if I continued to see patients in person, I needed to take precautions.

“Morning.”

Aspen seemed subdued, and I wondered if it had something to do with her altercation with Banshee last night. I couldn’t ask her about it, though. She would need to bring it up.

It was important to let the patient share what they were comfortable with. Building a rapport made them feel secure. That they could trust you. Then they would share their secrets. Having faith that you wouldn’t disclose them to anyone.

It wasn’t easy being the keeper of everyone’s secrets. It took a strong constitution that not everyone was capable of.

“Everything ok?”

“Not really.” She looked out the window, much the way Amber did. That was something to keep in mind when I looked for a space—a window for patients to look through. It sometimes felt like you were able to peer into another world. Leaving behind the one you were struggling with.

“Would you like to talk about what’s bothering you?”

Turning back to me, she asked the question every patient asks when they are ready to reveal their secrets. Aspen wasn’t any different.

“Everything I tell you is confidential, right?”

“That’s right. Everything you share, past, present and future, is strictly between us. Unless you have hurt a child in the past. I am mandated to report that.”

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