I burst out laughing. "Bishop tried to break into your office? What did you do?"
“I opened the door, grabbed him by his cut, dragged him down the hallway, and locked him in the bathroom. When Cobra walked into the clubhouse the next day asking where the hell his Road Captain was for a meeting, I handed him the brass key to the bathroom and the untouched ledger."
"No way," I say, grinning broadly. "You locked Bishop in the bathroom?"
"Yep. Cobra let out this massive belly laugh, and said, 'Not only is this man a human vault with our books and secrets, but he literally keeps everything under lock and key – including my own officers’.”
I burst out laughing.
“Right then and there, at church that night, Cobra officially patched me in and christened me 'Locke.' That double meaning stuck, an
