A/N Here is another chapter. Hope you all like it. The action is starting. Thanks for the comments and I as always I appreciate reviews.

Chapter 6

Angie and Jax pulled up in front of the Sheriff office in Angie's 1973 candy apple red Chevy Chevelle. Angie had begged her dad to let her buy the car when she was in high school. Her brothers Mason and Matt had spent hours working on it with her, helping her to restore it. Although it looked original on the outside, nothing under the hood was original. It had a 454 oversized bored out engine and a slip shifting transmission. More than once had Angie's father come into the sheriff's office with one of the ranch hands to pick Angie up for drag racing when she was in high school. She had never been arrested, back then no one got arrested for drag racing, they just had their parent's called to pick them up. Of course the kicker always was Angie had been winning when they had gotten caught. In fact, Angie was a perfect 27 – 0 in from her illustrious high school drag racing career. The car had been in storage in the barn, but Taggert kept it in good working order.

"Angel, when this is over, we are taking this back to Charming. Oh my god." Jax said getting out of the driver's seat. "And under no circumstances will a daughter of mine EVER get to drive this car."

"Now Now, Jax. You are not telling me that Abel can have a Harley and drive this car and a daughter we might have will not be able to. That is a little sexist considering I ride a Harley and this is MY car." Angie said.

"Well, I just want you to think about the kind of wild streak a child from you and I could have," Jax said with a wink.

Angie smiled. Jax walked around the car and took Angie's hand. "Ready or not here we go." He said.

Angie and Jax walked into the Sheriff Office. Sheriff Kearns came out of his office and his face lit up when he saw the youngest Maroney child. "Well, Angie Maroney. I wondered if we were going to see you back here sometime," the Sheriff said.

"Dean, it is good to see you again," Angie said as she hugged the man. He was older than her, maybe 15 years older. As Angie released the embrace she stepped back to Jax. "Dean Kearns I would like you to meet someone very important to me. Jackson Teller, Dean Kearns."

The two men shook hands. "Please call me Jax, it's a pleasure to meet you Dean." Jax said. He noticed Dean checking out his cut. Durango was about 3 hours from the Ranch and the little town of Percy where Angie and Jax were now, so Jax assumed the Durango charter had at the very least ridden through this little town at one time or another.

"So you are the reason our little Angie has stayed away so long," Dean said.

"Well he is part of the reason, Dean. We do have substantial business interests in California, and well you know the other reasons." Angie said.

"I do. And I am not judging Angie, just trying to make conversation." Dean said. Jax smiled at that. It was obvious that Dean and Angie had been friends for a long time. "Speaking of which, why don't we step into my office." Dean motioned down the hallway.

"Sounds like a good idea," Jax said. He followed Dean down the hallway, his hand in the small of Angie's back.

As Dean closed the door, Angie took a seat in front of Dean's desk. Jax stood behind Angie leaning on a file cabinet. Dean sat down at his desk and looked at Angie. "Angie I know you came in here today wanting answers, but I can't tell you much. I can't tell you anything about an ongoing investigation. Besides, this is way beyond the capabilities of the Pueblo County Sheriff alone. We are getting some assistance from the Colorado Bureau of Investigation on forensics and such."

"Dean what can you tell me. If you couldn't tell me anything, why did you even bother to tell Taggert you had a lead?" Angie said. She was a little disgusted with Dean's response.

"I thought you deserved to know the investigation was active again, and that we would be back on the ranch. Other than that, there is nothing I can tell you." Dean said.

"Look Dean, you were Mark's best friend. You practically grew up hunting up on the ranch with Mark. I know you can't TELL me anything, but Jax and I need a few minutes alone in an office, do you think we could use yours? Maybe rifle through your desk and find a file?"

"Angie, I don't know, what are you planning to do with what you learn?" Dean said.

"Speed along the investigation," Jax said. "Look what can just the 2 of us do?"

"Well first of all Jax I know it is not JUST the 2 of you. I know you rode in with 3 other Sons, probably from California, and there is another charter in Durango if you need help. But truth be told you all are nothing compared to the resources THIS one could bring down." Dean said as he pointed to Angie.

Jax smiled. Dean knew Angie well. "Look Dean, she needs to know. I will keep her in check. And how about I make the same arrangement with you we have with the law enforcement in Charming. We will keep whatever we do out of your jurisdiction. You were obviously close to Mark, you know whatever you and I do, we aren't going to stop her from doing what she is going to do, best we can do is keep her from hurting the innocent or herself."

"I have a few instructions to give to the deputies out in the bull pen Jax. File is in the second drawer. From now on how about we meet somewhere else?" Dean said.

"Sounds good. My colleagues are staying at Angie's brothers' hunting cabin. Sounds like you know the place. Here is my cell. Call when you need to let us know something. Thanks Dean." Jax said.

"Thanks Jax." Dean said, shaking his hand. He motioned his head to the door and Jax followed him to the door as Dean got ready to head to the other room. "Jax I know you love her, but you need to know, she got kind of crazy after the explosion, she was obsessed with finding who did this. It was consuming her when she took off and headed to California. You can't let it do that to her again. I won't let that happen to her again. Mark will come back from the grave and kill me if I do."

"Thanks for the information Dean. I'll keep an eye on her. If we find out something on our end, we will let you know." Jax said.

Angie and Jax opened the drawer and took out the file. As they flipped to the back they read the latest notes in the file. The explosion had been caused by 3 pipe bombs but had been set off by a remote that couldn't have had a range of more than ¼ of a mile. Someone had been there and seen her dad and brothers enter the feed mill. It meant it could have been someone who was with them or who was supposed to meet them there, or the others could have been the targets. Also Dean had made notes about Mark's blackberry. Mark had never been one to keep his Blackberry synced to his computer so after the funeral there had been no record of his appointments on his computer. The Blackberry calendar hard copy was in the file. Angie took out her phone and took some pictures of the pages in the file. She hadn't seen these before. Maybe there was something in Mark's calendar that would lead her somewhere. There hadn't been anything in Mason, Matt or her Dad's calendar.

Jax and Angie put the file back in the drawer and left Dean's office waving to Dean as they left the Sheriff's office and headed for the hunting cabin. Just as they were leaving Jax's phone rang he stopped on the step to answer the phone. When he got done with the call he turned to get in the car. Stopping he saw Angie sitting in the driver seat. Walking over to the driver side he leaned in, "What do you think you are doing Angel?" he said in a low sexy voice.

"Gonna show you what this car can do. Get in." She said, motioning toward the passenger seat. "Besides you don't know where we are going."

"Why do I feel like I am going to be running from the cops?" Jax said.

"I promise not to go over a 100 for very long," Angie said with a small smile. "Come on let's go." Jax walked around and got in. Angie started the car and backed out, leaving a trail of rubber as she pulled out from in front of the sheriff's office.

Back at the hunting cabin, Juice had all the technology set up that Peter at MT Technologies had had delivered. They had a satellite uplink for internet access and 2 state of the art laptops. There was a printer and a scanner, and cables to hook up phones and other input devices. There were also 3 bedrooms. The kitchen was also fully stocked. There was a garage for the bikes and the 2 trucks were sitting outside, just like Angie had said.

"I'm going to head back to the main road and get my bearings, check for any back ways in and out," Happy said to the others as he picked up his Beretta and slipped it in his shoulder holster.

"Planning on doing some hunting with that?" Opie teased.

"Shut up," Happy said as he went out the door and hopped in the truck and started driving down the road. When he got to the end he took a right and started heading toward the west end of the ranch. As he identified the natural markings and landmarks he noticed something up ahead about a half a mile. Slowing he noticed he was coming up on another truck. Pulling up on the vehicle he observed the pickup had a flat tire. He pulled in front of the truck and hopped out to walk back to the truck.

"You need some help?" Happy asked. The driver of the truck looked up from placing the jack on the back passenger side of the truck.

"Thanks that would be great. Hi I am Maggie Townsend. I am the Veterinarian on the Ranch."