the love that binds us, jax teller

"the head and the heart"

━━━━━━ "NURSE?"

Sloane looked up from the chart she was scribbling in. An older man with grey hair and aviators stood in front of her with an emotionless smile.

"May I help you, sir?"

He pulled out an official badge, the shiny golden metal stating that this man was a member of the alcohol, tobacco, and firearms department proudly stamped across the front.

"Agent Kohn, ATF. I have a couple of questions I'd like to talk to you about in regards to an investigation concerning the local gang, Sons of Anarchy."

The woman tried her damnedest to keep her eyes from narrowing. Jax hadn't mentioned anything about the feds snooping, yet this one here stood in front of her with a coaxing smile, as if she held the answers to all his questions.

"I apologize, sir, but I am busy at the moment." Sloane tried the kind brush off, but his smile remained in place. It was clear he would wait all day if he had to.

"No worries. This won't take long but I can always come back later."

She cringed. She didn't want to talk to the fed but she didn't want that either. "Okay. I really only have like a minute. Make it quick."

Agent Kohn pulled the sun shades off the bridge of his nose, and she didn't like the glint in his eye any more than she did the manic smile he wore.

"Are you familiar with the Sons of Anarchy?"

"They're the only automotive repair shop around."

If hanging around the club for nearly fifteen years had taught her anything at all, it was to evade and deny until the day she died.

"You are unaware of their criminal status? As well as their after hours gun running business?"

"It's none of my business what they do when they close the garage, but as far as I know, they're only harley enthusiasts and a damn fine group of gentleman."

Agent Kohn's stare was relentless as if the forceful heat behind his dull eyes would convince her to change her story. "Are you sure that you're as oblivious as you say, Miss Rivers?"

"Are you sure you should be interrogating an innocent woman at her workplace?"

The greying man slid her an easy going smile; it was only a tip of the corners of his lips, barely there. "I will be in town for the next few weeks, if you hear anything, or just want to talk, I'll be at the police station."

"Have a good day."

He appeared amused at her blatant dismissal, but he nodded her way anyhow. "You as well."

Sloane pulled out her phone almost as soon as the fed vanished around a corner, then she stopped herself.

This was something Jax needed to know about. Kohn was a federal agent poking his nose around, and cornering her at work to gain intel on the club. But surely he already knew about it; an unknown man popping up out of nowhere, asking around about the club, couldn't be kept under wraps. If the fed was asking the townsfolk, word would ring right into the ears of those in their pocket, thus leading a straight line back to them.