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Tyler Clark hated seeing the shrink. Hated having his motives questioned, his mind probed. He pulled open the door to the Sea Breeze Police Department and showed his ID.
The watch officer took one brief look at Tyler's face and slid the visitor's pass across the desk. "Have a nice day."
Tyler resented jumping through hoops for bureaucratic nonsense, and he really couldn't stand being jerked out of the field until the crazy task had been completed. Crazy because any undercover agent worth his salt could fool a shrink.
But regular evals were part of his job as an undercover agent--at least, they had been part of his job until he'd been exposed by the press after his last case closed. As a bonus, his new job--"interim "job, he reminded himself--also required a visit to the shrink. Lucky him.
In his experience, shrinks came in two varieties, the cheerful and sympathetic wanna-be-your-friend type and the slice-and-dice, cut-out-the-cancer type. He didn't like either one, preferring to deal with things on his own time. Or not.
The utilitarian gray halls of the Sea Breeze, Florida, Police Department weren't complicated, and within minutes of entering the building he found Dr. VanDoren's second-floor office.
The doctor had a white message board on the outside of the door. Someone had drawn a smiley face on it. Great. VanDoren was one of "those."
He pushed the cracked door all the way open, knocking on it with two knuckles.
The woman at the desk was on the phone. Lake-blue eyes widened as he entered the room. She pulled an appointment book from a teetering pile on her desk and ran a finger down it, still speaking softly into the phone.
When her finger reached his name, she looked up, giving him a bright smile. She motioned to a chair and raised a finger for him to wait.
He eyed the club chairs. In one she'd left her purse and computer bag. In the other a neat stack