It was around four in the afternoon, and he had finally been able to get away. The guys were trying to keep Erica inside, mostly to make sure she wasn't part of the Mayans, or a hang around of theirs. He didn't think so, but with Chibs there to gently guide her, and ask for help, maybe he would get more information out of her.
Juice had taken his laptop, and though he couldn't have brought her along, he went and got himself a cup of coffee at the local diner. Sitting in the corner, knowing that no one could see on his screen he starting typing fast and as accurately as he could. This information might help her get confidence, and it just might calm the rest of the clubs fears.
Juice mentally cursed himself for becoming so infatuated with her. It wasn't like they could have a future, hell, he had just met the girl! He went on mentally belittling himself when a hand caught the top of his screen.
"What are you doing now, lad?" Chibs had caught him up to something, and he didn't know if he should be angry or worried. He had after all sponsored Juice to become part of the club.
"I'm just doing some research?" Juice said weakly, knowing full well that it wouldn't hold up.
"Nice try, boy-o." Chibs lifted an eyebrow, and Juice knew that meant tell me the truth now.
"I am doing research," He stated. Then lowered his voice, "About Erica." Pulling up all the windows he'd found on her so far. "Her father, Eric David O'Riley, served in desert storm here, he was a first sergeant in the army, apart of the 81st airborne division. From what I've read, you have to be the best to get into that division too. It's the rangers. Died at the age of 51, leaving behind a 23 year old son, David Michael and a 14 year old daughter, Erica Dawson. It was said that both were apart of the Sons of Anarchy, Tacoma charter." Juice reported quickly and quietly. Chibs nodded.
"Is there anything else, Lad?" He asked.
"Guess who her aunt and uncle are?" Chibs only raised an eyebrow, again as if demanding an answer immediately. "Otto and Luanne."
Chibs blew out the air he hadn't realized he'd been holding in. "Aye, Do they know about their niece at all?"
"Yea, it says they filed a missing persons report as did her brother. I found news clips of her brother begging whoever had her to bring her back to Washington."
"I'll call happy, maybe he knows where her brother is. I'll also talk to Gemma about Luanne." Chibs took another deep breath. As he got up to go, he patted Juice on the back, "That was some good work, mate. I'm sure Erica will be happy to know you're looking out for her, electronically at least." Chibs gave him a troubled smiled the left.
Juice just sat back in his seat, he'd found the information he needed, and in a way wanted, but now that he found it, he was scared he would lose her now. Closing his computer and paying his bill, he was about to go for a ride to clear his head when Happy stopped his bike in front of Juices'.
"I need the information on Erica O'Riley, you just found it I'm told." Happy said.
"Come on to the club house, I'll print it off there for you. But can I please talk to Erica before anyone else?" Juice asked. With a confused nod from Happy, both men took off on their motorcycles, back to Teller-Morrow.
