Blue Angel

Shattered Truths

It felt like hours to her, sitting staring at the wall while Charming PD looked up her info, looking into her rap sheet. Scarlet had kicked her dusty black boots up on the table, leaning back in her chair. She had a headache and was also becoming increasingly sore due to her crashing her car on purpose. She wondered just how pissed off Jax would be when she got back /if/ she got back. She knew him well enough now to know he doesn't like help from a woman, but he was going to get it like it or not.

The door opened slowly, her eyes gazed up to be met by a sickly Unser who had a stack of paperwork in his hands. Her feet remained on the table to show no intimidation but Unser didn't seem phased by it. He took a seat reading through the paperwork he must have already read before walking in that room.

"So you're Otto's kid." His eyes didn't lift from the paper and Scarlet didn't answer. She studied his features trying to read him. "Does Jax and the guys know?" He asked, this time pushing her feet off the table. Scarlet felt a tingle of panic on the inside but kept a straight face. Again she didn't comment on his question but she knew that gave him his answer. Unser exhaled muttering under his breath. "Jesus christ" With a quick shake of his head he threw his hands behind it, leaning back in his chair. "The thing about your ex? That checks out. So we are going to stick to that story. But I need to know, this guy, he's missing. That have anything to do with the club?"

Scarlet's brows furrowed, confused, guessing that he was giving her a pass. "God no. No. I don't know where he is. He stalks me that is all I know." Somehow the look on Unser's face made Scarlet believe he didn't buy that part of her story. It was true the club had nothing to do with him missing, but she did.

"I am going to call someone to pick you up. Am I calling Jax?" He asked, standing up gathering his paperwork. Scarlet blinked wanting to ask about having to pay for damages to the patrol car but she knew better then to bring up questions when in front of law. "No. Um. I don't think that is a good idea. Do you have that guy... um.. Chucky? His number?"

Unser pinched the bridge of his nose nodding; something about having her in with the club seemed to worry him. "I'll...ugh, have someone grab you water and a few aspirins. Listen sweetheart, if you are staying around, try to keep your nose clean if you know what I mean. Charming will eat you up and spit you out if you are not careful."

All she could do was blink watching him walk out. She didn't know what to make of the situation. Was he part of SAMCRO or what exactly just happened? A few minutes later a lady walked in, setting down a bottled water and two pills. "Ride is on it's way" She said before walking out. Scarlet rubbed her head now having a pounding headache.

With a quick brush of her fingers through her hair Scarlet grabbed the bottle, twisting the cap off and takes a couple gulps before popping the pills into her mouth. When the door swung open again one of the patrol men from earlier was standing there holding it open. His eyes narrowed in on Scarlet, nodding his head for her to leave. She smiled at him as innocently as she could, jumping from her seat she walked over to him. She stopped to face him, keeping her angelic smile in play. Her fingers quickly adjusted his collar, giving him a quick pat on the chest before walking out in a confident stride. Chucky was nervously waiting by the station door, opening it as soon as she was in his sight. He smiled nodding at her as she walked out.

"Jax wants you at the shop. He doesn't want any stops." Chucky opened her door for her, and she sat down in the passenger seat looking at Chucky. "Just drive." She muttered annoyed. "I accept that." He said, shutting the door, rushing over to the other side getting in, turning the car on. "Music?" His question made Scarlet sideways glare at him. She was getting sick of orders getting barked at her like a child. Chucky cleared his throat and made his way out to the street and towards TM.