Page 165 of Gunner

He was even ok with it. He felt it would be a good opportunity for the club to use my job as a therapist to help screen prospects. I hadn’t thought of that, but it made sense.

When he asked, I assured him if he wanted to bring it to their attention, he was free to do so. It was something businesses did when they brought in new employees. If the club wanted to acquire my services for something similar, I would just have to make sure the prospects understood anything they shared would then be shared with the club.

That simple understanding had a way of weeding out the bad seeds without ever having an actual session.

I smiled at Archie and climbed into my car. He mounted his bike, and when I pulled out of my driveway, he fell in behind me, watching my back as I drove to the clubhouse. There was a certain amount of security in knowing someone was always there.

Just outside of town, I noticed blue lights in my rearview mirror. I pulled over, expecting the deputy to fly by, allowing me to get back on the road without mishap. However, when Archie pulled over behind me, the deputy pulled to a stop behind him.

Staying in my car, I watched as Deputy Reed stepped from his vehicle and prowled toward my location. I wasn’t scared per se, knowing Archie was there. But the hair on the back of my neck stood up when he knocked on my window.

Rolling it down, I asked, “What can I do for you, Deputy?”

“Step out of the car, please.”

“Why?”

“Miss Walker, do not test me. Step out of the car.”

Looking in the mirror, I saw Archie swing his leg over his bike. Deputy Reed pulled his gun and aimed at the prospect.

“Stay the fuck back and don’t interfere, or I’ll haul you in too.”

Archie lifted his hands and looked at me.

“Stay in the car, Haizley.” I looked back at Archie.

He never called me by my name. It was always Miss Walker, or Doc. Many of the brothers had taken to calling me Doc.

With his gun trained on Archie, the deputy opened my car door.

“Step out of the car. I am placing you under arrest.”

He grabbed my arm and pulled me out onto the street. Archie stepped forward and Deputy Reed dispatched his weapon into the tire of Archie’s bike.

“Next one goes in you,” the deputy said.

“It’s ok, Archie. Stay back.”

Reed moved me to the hood of my car, where he could keep an eye on Archie. He bent me over, placing his gun down while he frisked me and handcuffed me.

“Haizley Walker, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law...”

He continued on with my Miranda rights. But he still hadn’t told me what I was being arrested for.

“Why am I being arrested?”

“Suspicion of murder.”

“Murder? What are you talking about? This is insane. I didn’t murder anyone.”

“Haizley, don’t say a word. I’ll call Gunner.” Archie reached for his phone and the deputy took aim again. I bumped into his shoulder, and when the weapon fired, it thankfully went wide.

Archie dove to the side of my car, and Reed dragged me to his waiting patrol car. After shoving me inside, he opened his door and shot the tire on my car. Leaving Archie stranded on the side of the road.

“I don’t know where Greg Williams is.”

“Funny how I mention murder and you go right to him?” he said, looking at me in the rearview mirror.

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