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job,” Knight told him. “Let the man out there know I need at least another two hours of “Do Not Disturb” time.”
     
    “No problem,” Hank said, and he left the office.
     

 
    CHAPTER FOUR
     
    Cynthia was more or less a wreck when she got home. She couldn’t concentrate worth shit, and had to put her laptop down and admit that she was not going to get what she wanted to get done today. She was well ahead of schedule, so a few hours off weren’t going to kill her.
     
    If her phone didn’t ring soon, the suspense might kill her, though. How long could a fucking meeting with Knight take, for crying out loud! It wasn’t like they could be discussing matters of state or something! Well…they couldn’t, right? If Hank was an important member of the club, he would have shown up more often than this.
     
    There was a standing officer’s meeting on Tuesdays at seven o’clock, which she usually rode down to in order to hear the outcomes announced. They were things like when the next weekend day run was happening, and where, an any news on the large run that was coming up in April, which was only seven weeks away now.
     
    Sequoia National Park was the destination. The more she heard about it, the more she knew she was in. The plan was for a whole week, but she could ride up, spend a few days in a hotel getting some work done, and then ride back down with the group.
     
    She really loved that about her job. As long as she had her laptop and Internet access, it really didn’t matter where she was. She could be in Sydney for all her clients cared, just as long as the manuscripts were polished and ready for the publishers on time.
     
    Anyway, she never saw Hank at any of these meetings or waiting for announcements at the bar below. Nothing. She was sure she would have remembered, him too.
     
    Larry obviously knew him and was even close friends with him, which in Cyn’s mind was a huge green light for getting closer to Hank. She liked Larry and respected his view and evaluations. This might have had something to do with Larry’s evaluations often coinciding with her gut feelings about someone.
     
    One night, Derrick was mouthing off about how you never knew if a brother was going to watch your back until the moment the shit hit the fan, and Larry leaned to her and said, “I would never trust that asshole to watch my back, or yours,” confirming her own thoughts about Derrick.
     
    “I think I would be more worried about him than the possible threat,” Cyn replied with a grin.
     
    Larry wasn’t smiling when he agreed and said, “True story. No matter what he says, or how well he says it, you would be wise to remember that Derrick Unger is only concerned about Derrick. And if he ever perceives that you have done him a wrong, he’ll talk about it incessantly to anyone who will listen. He’s never actually rolled over on anyone in the club, but he’s said enough that it really doesn’t matter.”
     
    Cyn studied Larry’s face. “It sounds like there is a story attached to that.”
     
    “There is, and eventually Derrick will come back around and begin his triads about it, too. Then he’ll probably get his ass kicked a few more times, and lay off it again for a while.”
     
    Cyn tried to make sense of this. “If he’s gone that far, well, why is he still a patch-holder?”
     
    “Because the one who is directly affected by these tirades and loose lip conversations with cops and detectives hasn’t pressed for tribunal. If he had, Derrick wouldn’t be here, I can guarantee that. Also, Derrick and Daphne are responsible for bringing in most of the new blood over the last year, including you.”
     
    “I would have found this place the next weekend anyway. I was had already planned on exploring the rural routes east of my place,” Cyn told him. “What do you think of Daphne?”
     
    Larry thought about this and said, “Nice ass, great tits, and unfortunate taste in men. She’s a rumor hound, but