Fly By Night | Sons of Anarchy Fanfiction | Jax Teller x OC

Chapter Fifteen

Jax let some smoke pillow out from his nostrils as he kicked his legs out in front of him. He'd been waiting at this picnic table for a few minutes now, but he expected Harrison to be right on time. He'd never been late with a call or with just about anything he'd promised so far, and Jax didn't anticipate he'd start now.

Harrison had been south of the border for the last week or so, running intel and interference on his contacts and tracking down any leads he could to nail down whether Darby was really holed up in some bunker in Mexico or if it was just a rumor. Now, he was ready to deliver, whatever that was.

As much as he hated to admit it - and he'd definitely never admit it out loud - at this point, he almost wished Darby was just dead and buried in some hole in Mexico. It wouldn't be the retribution the club wanted, or the closure Gemma needed, but it would be over. They'd have their answer, they would've found him, and then they could all move on knowing he was right where he belonged, even if they hadn't been the ones to put him there.

More violence on the horizon was not going to be good for the club, especially since he had a bad feeling Caruso wasn't just going to roll over and play dead. This could all blow up in their faces pretty quickly, and one less thing to worry about wouldn't hurt anyone either.

When a familiar black Trans Am pulled into T-M's parking lot, Jax flicked his cigarette out onto the pavement. He pushed off the picnic table just as Harrison slid out of his car and headed straight for him.

"Hey, bro," Jax greeted him with a grin as he held out his hand.

Harrison shook his hand with that same firm handshake he remembered. "Hey, Jax. Good to see you again."

Judging by the solemn expression on his face, their PI did not have good news to bring them. So, Jax just gestured with his head toward the clubhouse. Harrison didn't miss a beat and fell into step with him as they headed for the clubhouse's main doors.

"Tell me ya at least got some decent tequila while you were down there," Jax grinned as they pushed through the double doors.

"Hey, man, I don't drink while I'm on the job, alright?" Harrison laughed. "I get in and I get out, especially when there's a cartel potentially involved."

Jax just laughed and lifted a shoulder, gesturing toward one of the tables where most of the club was waiting as he spoke, "I guess I can't blame you there."

Harrison was still chuckling when Jax clapped him on the shoulder and pulled out a chair at the table. Opie and Juice were already seated at the table, leaving room for Jax and Harrison to take their places, with Chibs, Bobby, and Happy crowding around the sides so they could hear.

As soon as he was seated, Harrison didn't waste any time before pushing a manila folder across the table to Jax. He nodded, signaling that Jax could flip it open, and when he did, his eyebrows leapt into his forehead. The photos were grainy at best, but the evidence was clear: Darby was alive and well in Mexico. Or at least, he had been when these pictures were taken.

"I tracked him to the Rivera cartel. They were holding him in a bunker just outside of Tijuana, so I guess the good news here is that he wasn't as far deep beyond the border as I thought he was."

"What do you mean they were holding him?" Juice asked, a deep frown creasing his forehead.

"They moved him," Harrison explained grimly. "From what I can tell, they weren't keeping him prisoner. It looked like a safe house more than anything, and they moved him a couple of times while I was tracking him down there. I have reason to believe he's back in the States now though."

It was right on the tip of Jax's tongue to ask why in the hell Harrison was sitting here with them in Charming right now, but then he remembered how Harrison operated - if they wanted more intel, they'd have to pay him first. That was fine. The guy needed to earn a living too, and the sooner they paid him, the sooner he could get back to work.