Clay continued to puff on his cigar as Jules walked out of the garage, smirking just a little at his step-son's back. He had the feeling for the first time ever Jax may not be thinking of Tara much at all. That would make his wife happy, which in turn, makes his life easier.

He could feel Tig's gaze on him. When he turned to his SAA, Tig's expression was serious. "What else did Jake say?"

He sighed. He didn't like it, but he could see where Jake was coming from. "We can't kill this little fuck. They can't kill this little fuck."

Tig's expression turned thunderous. "Why the fuck not?"

He gave Tig a hard look. "Guy he killed had people who would notice he was gone, so they had to call the cops in." He raised a hand before Tig or anyone else could say anything. "Plus, this guy had money, legit money, and for that little girl to get what's hers, things gotta be official."

His step-son nodded. "Makes sense, but the last thing we need are some Chicago homicide cops hanging around."

He shrugged. "Jake said they had come to some sort of a deal with the Chicago cops. After they get here and have their own little talk with Dougie here, we'll call Unser to haul his ass in and then he'll be turned over to Chicago PD then." Then knowing where Jax's head was heading. "They've already been warned that Dougie won't be in the best shape." He took another puff on his cigar. "Jake didn't seemed concerned at all."

Tig shook his head. "I don't know Clay."

Clay looked back at him. "Like I said, they knew right away it was Dougie and where he was heading and what he wanted. If they hadn't made that deal, there would have been Amber alerts and shit like that. Both clubs need to know what the fuck this is about. This was the only way that gets everybody what they need." Then he gave his SAA a hard smile. "And no one said that Dougie won't get exactly what he deserves at a later date."

He noticed both Jax and Tig nodding at that. The others had started to scatter, with the exception of Juice. He looked at the mohawked Intel officer. "What do you want Juice?"

Juice gave both Tig and Jax a nervous look. "Umm...did you want me to do any sort of background check on her..." Juice gave Tig another nervous glance. "You know, make sure she's cool."

He almost laughed out loud at the looks on both Jax and Tig's faces. Jax looked ready to just punch Juice in the face, while Tig just looked...well, like he already knew his kid was okay and Juice just needed to shut the fuck up.

Tig shook his head and then sighed. "Jules is just fine, you Puerto Rican moron. She doesn't want my money and if it's the club you're thinking of, she was raised in an MC, you idiot. You think the Satan's Sons are a fucking sewing circle?" Tig was really warming up. Getting right into Juice's face. "Plus, I've known she was my kid since the day of her mother's funeral. You really think I didn't keep track of my kid?!" That caught his attention. He wondered exactly how much Tig knew about his daughter and grand-daughter.

He could see Tig was about a heartbeat away from going after Juice and was about to put a stop to it when Jax stepped in. Putting a hand on the SAA's shoulder. "C'mon Tig, forget about idiot boy here." His step-son shot Juice a dirty look. "Let's go in. Check on the girls." He did smile as Jax gave Tig's shoulder a squeeze. "Make sure your grand-daughter hasn't managed a coup in the time we've been out here. I have the feeling she'd be a demanding Pres." Juice took the distraction as an opportunity to leave the garage.

That made him laugh because he had the feeling his son could be right. It had taken that little thing all of ten minutes to get Jax and Tig wrapped around her cute little fingers. It would take her little time at all before the others, including himself, fell in line.

Tig looked over at him and grinned. "She is pretty fuckin' cute, isn't she?"

He stuck his stogie between his teeth as he clapped Tig on the shoulder. "She is...Grand-dad." Thinking he'd needle Tig just a little.

But Tig just grinned. "Grand-dad... Yeah. I like it." Then strutted out of the garage towards the clubhouse.

Jax turned to him with a grin of his own. "So, who do you think gets the 'ask me about my grandkid' bumper sticker first? Tig or Mom?"

He took his cigar out of his mouth and threw his head back in laughter. "Knowing those two, they'll shop for them together."

His son laughed as the two of them headed back to the clubhouse.