Mac pulled up in front of Ronnie's house. He was still fuming over Walter and knew this probably wouldn't be pretty, but he did not care. He needed some of this new high and was going to get it. Pounding on her door impatiently, he was about to walk right in when she answered.

"Mac, what's going on?" she asked surprised.

He pushed his way in and started pacing. "What do you want?" he snapped.

She looked at him confused. "What do you mean what do I want. Mac, what is going on? Did something happen?"

"Walter! He fucking happened! He does not want us together. He thinks I am bad news for you. Thinks I will ruin your life." yelling at her, it didn't even faze her.

Ronnie watched Mac moving back and forth, picking at his scabs. She wanted to take him in her arms and calm him down, but inside she knew that would likely just drive him away. She valued the freedom he had given her far too much to lose him now. It took her a moment to finally answer. "He has no say in where this goes, Mac. He thinks he knows me but he is not my keeper, he's my employer and he cannot dictate who I choose to see."

The look on Mac's face was strange. It was like he had never had someone stand up for him before. Really, he had not. Walter always treated him like he was either a burden or a liability. When Devon was around, Mac became nothing more than a shadow and an annoyance. Now, here was this woman who not only was willing to stand up for him, but willing to take part in his life. She didn't even want to change him and it caught him off guard. He didn't know if he wanted to fuck her or run away. After a some deliberation, he decided to stay.

The sex was no different for them that night. Mac didn't know how to be gentle and he liked things rough. Since Ronnie seemed to take no issue with his coarse way he saw no point in changing. Each blow, each scratch, each bite only seemed to work them both in to a frenzy. What Mac did change-up was not leaving right away afterward. Typically with any woman it was a hit and run. They lay in Ronnie's bed worn out, when he looked over at her between drags on his cigarette. "They are stopping the investigation."

Ronnie sat up. "What? Are you serious?"

"Yeah. That is the reason Walter came to see me tonight. He wanted to tell me before he decided I needed put in my place for this." he said waving his finger over Ronnie's bed. She had noticed a cut above his eye but had not said anything before this.

She pointed at his face. "Did he do that?"

Mac reached up and touched his cut. "Yeah. Pop thinks he's a real fighter. One day though, that man will get what he's got coming." Taking a last drag off his cigarette and putting it out on Ronnie's nightstand. She gave him a look of disapproval, yet said nothing about the cigarette.

"Wait. That man is your father?" she tried to process the information. Sharing things about his private life was not something Mac was good at. Explaining to Ronnie anything about the relationship he had with his dad was not something that interested him. Mac looked over at her and gave a look that said she needed to mind her own business. "It's just... I never knew." she said softly.

He was done. This was getting to uncomfortable for Mac, so he got up and pulled his coveralls back on. "I'm leaving."

Ronnie moved to the edge of the bed, bearing enough skin to perhaps entice Mac in to staying longer. It didn't work. He did smile at her and made a gesture like he was going to lean in and kiss her, but only ended up grabbing his boots and walking out without saying another word.

Agent Snyder was standing in a tent was set up outside the local Garfield County Sheriff's Office. It had been their base of operations for the past few weeks and even though he was sorry he could not find a culprit - if there even was one - the idea of leaving this place and going home to his wife and daughter, Molly made him smile. Agent Velasquez stepped up beside him and handed him a cup of coffee.

"What are you grinning about?" she asked.

"Just happy I'm going home soon I guess. I miss Val and Molly. What about you?" he took a sip of his drink and looked at his partner.

"Happy you get to see Val and Molly too, I guess."

"Seriously, Donna. I know you were never thrilled about this assignment to begin with." he prodded.

"You're right there! This was a waste of time. Had Senator Crowley not made such a big stink we would have never been involved. This was no murder. This was a disappearing act by a stuck up rich kid and his party buddies. I mean, I know there are some bad people around here. What towns don't have that? But in the end we had nothing to go on other than the car. And that led us no where. As much as it pains me to say this, I will be glad to be back in Salt Lake City."

Snyder frowned at his partner. She was right though. They had nothing to go on. The last week was spent searching the remaining coordinates for the bodies of the three boys. Like everything else, it had turned up nothing. By week's end, the FBI had closed up shop and headed out-of-town back to their lives and families. Life having been disrupted in the Canyon for as much time as it was things were slowly settling back down in to the regular groove. Walter was well pleased and the patrons of the Luna Mesa benefited as he gave out a free round the first night the FBI had left town.

Mac went back to work at the garage and cooking up the next batch of meth for their next big order. Ronnie being as dedicated as she was had helped Mac move the bodies of Jake and Ryan far out in to the desert. They were ripe and before they even pulled away they heard the carrion birds circling overhead waiting for their next great meal. Ronnie had gone out to the cave with Mac after the body drop. Edgar Crowley was still there - untouched by either of them. As Mac was mixing up some ingredients, some of the less harmful ones, Ronnie looked over at Edgar.

"Is he even alive?" she said with a twinge of curiosity in her voice.

"Fuck if I know. He reeks of piss though. Boy is a fucking pussy."

"You ever give him water?" she got up and slowly started walking toward Edgar's body.

"A few times. I was trying to figure out what I was gonna do with him but I just got bored. The other two were fighters. Makes it more fun." Mac smiled to himself never looking up from his chemistry project. He could cook up meth in his sleep.

Ronnie knelt beside Edgar and reached out, checking for a pulse. Nothing. "I think he's dead. Should we dump him too?"

Mac finally looked up from what he was doing. "You sure he's dead?"

"Well if he's not, he should be. The investigation for him is over. Let's just throw his body off over some canyon ledge and be done with it. Why do you want his body in here anyway. That's a little sick, Mac. Even for you." Mac looked at her like he wanted to say something but didn't. It didn't take much more convincing. Once the sun went down, they loaded up Crowley's body into the back of Mac's truck and drove fifty or so miles away from Caineville proper. Mac knew every inch of the area and had to laugh to himself that the great and powerful FBI had never located his cave. Once they found the perfect place, Ronnie helped Mac carry Edgar's body to the edge and threw him over the side of a jagged cliff. They could hear his body breaking as it collided with the rocks below. If he wad not been dead - he certainly was now. Mac was rather impressed with Ronnie's ability to handle all the dark deeds he partook in.

On their way back in to town, the two did not talk much. Mac decided he needed a drink and since he had not been to the Luna Mesa in a few day it was time to liven the place up and get his father's goat by flaunting Ronnie. He pulled his truck up outside the bar and leaned over, groping Ronnie's breasts and giving her a sloppy and almost forced kiss. She looked at him a somewhat bewildered, but didn't stop him. They got out of the truck and she saw Mac take a sniff off his beloved drugs from the tin in his pocket before they walked in. The place was more lively than it had been for a while. The jukebox was playing some old 70's rock song. A group of local men were off in the corner playing pool. Ronnie could see one man off in the corner drinking alone with his back to the bar and Walter was wiping down the place like usual.

The two made their way to the bar and Mac made it a point to put his arm around Ronnie, gesturing to Walter that she was his girl. Ronnie smiled at Walter, but he frowned at her judgement.

"Two beers, Pop." Mac said loudly already making a scene. Walter got them beers and said nothing. He was not one for making a public stink. The lower the profile the better so he let Mac do as he was going to. There was obviously nothing he could say at this point and he had to admit that Ronnie did look genuinely happy. How that was possible was a mystery, but Walter had no room or right to interfere and decided it would be better to just let them do their thing. The police were out of the Canyon and that was good enough for him.

The night wore on. Mac and Ronnie had joined the men at the pool table and were actually enjoying themselves. It was the first time they had ever been out together in a social situation and Ronnie was surprised Mac was being so well-behaved. Most nights he hung out at the Mesa getting drunk he would start some fight or encourage some other person to take the first swing, but not tonight. Mac was making it a point to show Walter that he could be with Ronnie and not get her into some form of trouble. Why he even cared enough to put up the front was a question that never crossed her mind as they laughed and teased each other and the guys they were playing pool with. Had you walked in to the bar you would have thought they were a normal couple that didn't beat the hell out of each other when they had sex and it never would have crossed your mind that they were murders. Mac had his moments when he was not a complete asshole. If he didn't, Walter wouldn't let him sell the meth he made. He would have remained a cook only. He had some charm, though not much.

Towards closing time, Ronnie walked up to the bar to get two more beers for her and Mac. She was smiling and laughing; enough to make Walter give her a toothy grin back. The man who had sat in the corner all night nursing what had appeared to be one beer walked up beside her. Ronnie was not paying that much attention as Mac had just made a tricky shot that made the guy he was playing with release a slew of foul words. When the man spoke, Ronnie froze.

"How much it is for one of those little rooms across the way?"

"Needing to sleep off that beer are you?" Walter chuckled. "$33 a night for a single room." Before Walter could say anything else, the beers in her hands hit the floor. Everything felt like it was in slow motion. She turned praying that she would not see the man she thought it was. Every fiber of her being started to shake.

"Daddy?"