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A/N: Wow, three whole reviews! I couldn't believe it! Anyway, hoping that this next chapter keeps y'all happy.

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Balladeer: As usual, Luke was thinking, and Bo was fuming. Or some kind of cross between fuming, and sulking, and feeling guilty. Henri-Mae had Bo so messed up it was a wonder he remembered to brush his hair and comb his teeth.

They sat around the kitchen table, the collective of them, Daisy cooking dinner, Jesse at the head between Bo and Luke. Luke looked thoughtful while Bo couldn't keep himself still.

"Look, I want to go find Henri-Mae, make sure she's all right," Bo finally said, standing up. Jesse reached out and grasped his wrist.

"You'll do no such thing," the patriarch said firmly, sitting his nephew right back down. "The last thing in the world this situation needs right now is more between the two of you."

"This is too far, even for Boss," Luke said. "Anybody looking at Henri-Mae could see she was telling the truth. The way she came running out of that barn…"

"While I might be inclined to agree," Jesse said, his hand still on Bo's wrist, "we can't forget the trouble Deputy Locke has caused this family previously. All because of her grudge."

"Now hang on—" Bo started.

"Not just against you, Bo," Jesse assured him. "Henri-Mae ain't fond of any one of us. She blames me for her father, whether she's justified to do it or not. Sometimes I even blame me for her father. But that's beside the point." He shook his white head. "Now I've known J.D. Hogg through thick and thin, and even he's got his limits. Rough-housing ladies is one of them. He had a reason for taking Agent Farrell's side in this, and I don't think it has anything to do with you, Bo."

This slightly mollified the youngest Duke, but not much.

"Think Farrell might have something over him?" Luke asked.

"Sounds like it," Jesse agreed. "Only thing I can think of that might make him back down. Either that, or he's sucked Farrell into one of his schemes and now he needs him pretty badly. Greed is pretty overpowering when it comes to J.D.'s conscience."

"I didn't know he had one," Daisy scoffed.

"You think those Feds are corrupt?" Bo asked.

"Farrell, definitely," Luke said. "What other kind of scum forces himself on a lady? If his side of the story was true, she wouldn't have had a mark on her. I don't care what a girl does to you, you don't hit back."

Daisy chuckled. "Although who can really blame him in Henri-Mae's case? She's as mean as a man."

Bo shot her a look, but was ignored.

"Now Daisy," Jesse said, smoothing the ruffled feathers, "putting Deputy Locke's character aside, she's still a lady…of sorts. And if Farrell is mean enough to fight back then he's mean enough to have started things in the first place."

"What I can't figure is Gabrielle's place in all of this," Luke remarked. "Is she in on all of this too?"

"Don't think so," Bo said, "and don't think it's just me sticking up for a pretty girl," he added with a pointed finger. "She came into that garage fit to strangle Farrell."

"Yeah, but where was she when all of this was going on?" Luke pointed out. "I mean, she gets on the radio to ask about Agent Farrell, and then disappears. She comes into the garage, long after the drama is over, I might add, and then disappears again. She's like some…phantom. I can't figure it out."

"I'm sure you will," Jesse said. "In the meantime, maybe you two should try doing what Agent Stone wanted you to do in the first place?"

"What's that?" Bo asked.

"Figure out what scheme Boss has going on this week," Luke supplied. "Maybe that'll untangle some of the mystery."

"So how do we do that?" Bo asked.

"Maybe we should start at the scene of the crime," Luke said. "Back to that barn Henri-Mae came running out of earlier today. Farrell took here there for a reason…maybe it was more than just to get fresh."

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Balladeer: It wasn't like Henri-Mae was unaware that Boss liked to do illegal business dealings on the side. She always turned a blind eye for several reasons – first of all, he was her boss, and she wanted to keep her job. Second, whenever Boss schemed, it gave her plenty of opportunities to cause trouble for the Dukes. But third, which was probably the most poignant; none of Boss' schemes were really dangerous. It all involved making money, scamming rich people, and ripping off insurance companies. Even counterfeiting money on the odd occasion, which was becoming less and less nowadays since the government was making it nearly impossible to counterfeit its new-fangled bills.

"He usually uses an old barn, one of his properties he's foreclosed on," Henri-Mae said from the shotgun seat. Gabrielle had borrowed a car from Cooter, and they were roaming the backroads of Hazzard, discreetly. "I guess I should have seen it, Farrell investigating all these old barns."

"Looking for a new place to set up shop," Gabrielle agreed. "Although I think that Hogg may have bitten off more than he can chew this time. Tell me, are there any armored cars coming through Hazzard any time in the next few days?"

Henri-Mae sighed. The more she learned, the more foolish she felt. Why hadn't she seen this coming? "There's usually one, every month or so. But this month they're bringing in a cool ten million. There's a land developer interested in Hazzard and Boss was talking about tricking him into buying the swamp."

"More like Boss was wanting to lure the guy's money here and then steal it right out from under his nose," Gabrielle said.

"Still, ten million is excessive, even for Hazzard," Henri-Mae said. "There's going to be so many guards around it, Boss won't be able to get near it, no matter what hick help he hires."

Gabrielle looked at her. In the shadowy light, her expression was almost diabolical. "Except he's not hiring hick help," she said. "He's going to get Farrell to do his dirty work."

"You mean—"

"He is F.B.I. Cool, calm and in control. He even has a reputation for being able to pull off tricky transfers without even stirring the trees. Problem is, going over the books, the higher-ups have figured out he's been somehow siphoning bits away here and there. How, we have no idea. So I thought I'd lure him out here, see if he would do it in the open."

"It seems to me that Agent Farrell's weakness is going to be sadly underestimating us 'country bumpkins,'" Henri-Mae said, an edge in her voice. "Do you have any idea what his plan is?"

"He's good, I'll give him that," Gabrielle murmured. "I haven't heard one peep."

"Great," Henri-Mae said. "So what do we do?"

"We find whatever barn Danny picked for the final hideout," Gabrielle said. "He's going to have some kind of security system there, for hiding the money. Ten million dollars isn't going to be safe just lying out in the middle of nowhere, even hidden in an abandoned building. He's going to have taken some extra security measures."

Henri-Mae was silent for a moment, and then said carefully, "You know, if there's anyone that knows these hills inside and out, it's the Duke boys. Plus, they've got a special talent for stumbling onto Hogg's schemes. Maybe we should…" she hesitated. It sounded so absurd she couldn't believe she was saying it.

"Don't worry about that," Gabrielle said before she could finish. "I stirred up enough of that hornet's nest to have them out and about without us needing to go ask."

"Yeah, but the boys don't even know about the ten million dollar transfer," Henri-Mae said.

"Henna, after that show in the Sheriff's office, their dander is up so high it'll be a wonder if we find the barn before they do."

Henri-Mae stared at her for a moment. "A show?" she said, her voice hollow. "Is that what you think it was?"

"Not from your point of view, no," Gabrielle soothed. "Sorry."

"Fat lot either one of them care about me," Henri-Mae muttered. "Bo probably thinks I got what was coming to me."

Gabrielle didn't answer.

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"I still don't get what some slick city Federal Agent needs with some abandoned barn in the middle of the country," Bo said as they perused the area, flashlights in hand.

"Maybe the question isn't what Farrell wants with one," Luke said. "Maybe it's what Boss Hogg wants with one. And what does Boss Hogg usually do with the abandoned barns of the properties he's foreclosed on?"

"Turns them into counterfeit factories," Bo listed. "Hides stolen money, sets up mail scams, and let's put aside all the ways he has of transporting moonshine."

Luke was silent for a long moment. "So let's be hypothetical for a moment," he mused. "Boss Hogg and Federal Agent Danny Farrell are on some big scheme together. But the question begs, why would Hogg need a Fed, and why would a Fed be interested in something Hogg could offer? It would have to be pretty big to get those two in bed together."

Bo snorted. "Wouldn't that be a sight?"

"Gross," Luke smirked. "Maybe we're sniffing around the wrong place," he said. "Maybe what we really need to do is go talk to Enos."

"Why Enos?" Bo asked.

"Because Enos usually knows when the armored car is coming through Hazzard," Luke said.

"Another armored car heist?" Bo sighed. "Aren't those getting a little old?"

"You'd think," Luke said. "Unless it's something very, very big. Let's go find out."

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"I can't talk about it," Enos said, having been dragged in to cover for Henri-Mae.

"Come on, Enos," Bo tried, following Enos across the room to his desk, which he leaned over, attempting to look pleading. "People's lives may depend on it!"

Luke shot him a look. Enos practically glared at him. "I don't know how you can make jokes," the deputy said. "Not after all that's happened here this evening."

"That's exactly why we want to know, Enos," Luke said. "Things just don't add up. All of this is part of another one of Boss's scams, and—"

Enos practically shot out of his chair. "I know you boys and Boss have a bad history," he said, his voice unusually hard, "but to suggest that he would have set up Henri-Mae—"

"Come on, Enos," Bo said, "we all know Boss didn't let her press charges against that Fed because he's protecting him, and why would he do that unless he needed him? Boss never sticks his neck out for anyone."

"And we're not saying Henri-Mae got set up on purpose," Luke amended, "but that maybe she got caught in the middle. You think she was lying?"

Enos looked at Bo. He looked distinctly guilty. "I…I don't know."

"Well," Bo said, his voice more confident than he realized, "I do, and she wasn't lying. We saw what happened and there's no way she was faking anything." He leaned in a bit, for the kill. "And I would know."

Enos watched him, thoughtful. "Well, if you'd say that Bo, then I guess I gotta believe you. So what was it you came here for again?"

"If Boss is up to something, it has to be big, for him to get a Fed involved," Luke said. "We wanted to know what's coming through Hazzard, in terms of money."

Enos looked around, especially toward Boss' office.

"They in there?" Luke asked.

"No, Boss went home and Rosco…well, I don't know where he is, but you can never be too careful."

"So what is it, Enos?" Bo asked. "What's going on?"

He still hesitated, but finally, he said, "You remember Boss talking about some new money coming into Hazzard?"

"Trying to sell the swamp again, was more like it," Luke remarked. "What about it?"

"Well, the land developers wanted to have a lot of cash available," Enos said. "They requested that a deposit of ten million dollars in cash be made to the bank."

"Ten…" Bo started.

"Million?" Luke gasped.

"Dollars," Enos confirmed. "Biggest armored car shipment ever to come into Hazzard."

"But why?" Bo breathed. "Why so much…and all in cash?"

"I think it's because these guys have their sights set on more than just Hazzard," Enos said.

Luke shook his head. "There is no way on earth that any land developer needs that much cash…unless it's all a cover."

"You mean laundering?" Enos suggested.

Both Dukes looked at him.

"Looks like you learned a thing or two in L.A.," Luke mused.

"So what do we do?" Bo asked.

"Near as I can think," Luke said, "we need to watch the armored car." He looked to Enos. "You're the only one who can help us with that mess, Enos."

Enos scratched his head. "Early tomorrow morning," he said. "Very early, under the radar, as they said in L.A."

"How early?"

"Sometime between six and seven. Before business hours, possibly earlier. If you boys are right, though, we gotta find the barn they're fixing to hide the money in."

"That doesn't give us a lot of time," Bo said. "You know how many abandoned barns there are in Hazzard? How are we going to find the one Farrell is using?"

Enos looked thoughtful. "There was one," he said, "past Route 11. The old Franklin place?"

"Before it was the McHalls place, and then Boss foreclosed on them," Luke muttered.

"Yeah," Enos said demurely. "Well, I've been with Agent Farrell the most when he's been investigating these empty places. That one really seemed to take his interest, we went a couple of times, but then he seemed to lose interest."

"Set up camp and wanted to keep it hidden?" Luke guessed.

"Sounds like it's the best place to start," Bo said. "Come on, we can't sit around here all night."