Killa and the Thief

Chapter 4

Juice was typing away on his laptop trying to find out who this mystery woman was. He was pissed at how little information Hap had and yet he still expected a goddamn miracle. Juice wasn't doubting his skills but had been surprise when he had gotten the security feed from the motel. Whoever this girl was, she was good. She knew how to get Hap's wallet without him knowing but she also knew to hide her face.

Without her face he couldn't use the facial recognition software, he also couldn't hack any of his usual places, like police databases. Juice was angry, he knew he would have to stay out of Happy's way until he found something.

Juice knew that if she was stealing there was a good chance she was homeless, but she didn't look that way in the camera images he had. That left the other option, she was in trouble. That didn't sit right with him so he continued to dig. He needed to get to the bottom of this and maybe see if the guys would help her.

He also knew that because she had got Hap's wallet it was going to take a lot of convincing to get the others on side. He sighed and continued his search.

Jax had been handed the repo list by Gemma and was looking around for someone to go with him. He spotted Hap coming to the bar from the boxing ring and whistled to get his attention. He held up the repo list and Hap nodded heading to his dorm to grab a quick shower and change.

Happy came through to the bar and grabbed a bottle of water draining it in seconds before heading out and getting into the passenger side of the repo truck. Jax started the engine and they headed out to the first vehicle on the list.

They pulled up and checked the vehicle against the information they had and once it was confirmed Happy began to load it onto the truck. Halfway through a man in a suit came running over screaming at him that he couldn't take his car, considering the mood Happy was in it was a bad day to be talking to him like that. With a growl he had his hand on the pistol tucked into the back of his jeans and was close to shooting the asshole when Jax jumped out of the truck to intervene.

Whatever Jax said to him seemed to work which gave Happy ample time to calm his ass and finish what he had started. Jax had handed the guy a card showing him where he could pick up his vehicle providing he had the cash he owed and they set off to take the car to the police impound.

The next 3 were reasonably easy and they had soon finished the list and were heading back to the clubhouse to clock out and grab a beer.

Juice was glad that Jax had got Happy out of the way for a bit meaning he was left alone in the clubhouse therefore giving him time and space to work. Juice had taken the information that Happy had given him along with what he could make out from the camera footage and searched California for persons known to police who matched the description he had to see if he got a hit.

That hadn't worked so he had broadened his search to surrounding states and still this had not given much luck. There were a few dozen who had shown up but none had the right eye colour or height. He was using Happy's judgement as gospel as it wasn't often that man was wrong, he was paid to observe and kill.

Juice was getting frustrated and eventually set the search to cover the whole of the US knowing he was going to have a huge amount of information to sort through. Once had all the results of that search he ran all the specs through his own software that he had developed that would work on the specific details he had.

He had just gone to grab himself a drink when his laptop pinged signifying he had a result. He took a swig of the beer and went to look at the screen.

Juice was greeted with an alert from the New Orleans police department asking people to be vigilant for a Jessalyn Amelia Ambrose, also known as Jam, five feet five inches, brown hair and green eyes, wanted for questioning on a series of thefts in the New Orleans area.

Juice looked up to see Happy and Jax come in and was about to tell him what he found when Gemma called over. Unser had called with information on an abandoned vehicle out by the Charming Inn asked if the boys could handle the retrieval. Happy had nodded to take the job so Juice knew it was now or never.

He called Hap over and showed him the printout he had of Jessalyn, he had also hacked into the New Orleans police department to get her rap sheet. She had several thefts on her rap sheet along with a couple of b and e's, although these were quite a few years old now. Hap confirmed it was her and looked impressed at the length of her sheet. Juice wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing but then remembered he was talking about Happy Lowman so was definitely bad.... For her.

Happy knew that although he had the information in front of him he would still need to confirm it was her they were dealing with. He looked over to Jax with a malevolent smile saying "let's go brother". That smile always made Jax feel uneasy and this time was no different.

After getting plenty of rest Jessalyn woke and used the shower before getting dressed in yesterday's clothes remembering the rest of her measly possessions were in the POS that broke down on her.

Once dressed she headed down to the reception spotting that they had changed staff during her slumber. She smiled brightly at the young girl behind the desk and politely asked if she knew of any auto repair shops that could tow nearby.

After getting the information about Teller Morrow from the pleasant girl Jessalyn dialled the number seriously hoping they could help. A lady answered the call and with the meagre information Jessalyn could provide on the whereabouts and description of her car told her that 2 of her mechanics were on the way to tow it after the police had requested a pick up. Jessalyn thanked the lady before hanging up and taking a walk to where she left her car the previous day.

Just as she turned out of the parking lot a tow truck with "Teller Morrow" painted on the side sped passed her and came to an abrupt stop 100 metres up the road. She couldn't believe her eyes when the blond and the bald one from the day before hopped out of the cab.

Jessalyn steeled her spine knowing that she still had the bald ones wallet and hoped that he hadn't figured it out yet. As she walked closer she realised there was no such hope left seeing the rage barely concealed in his dark eyes.

The three of them stood staring at each other giving Jessalyn ample opportunity to check out the guy she stole from properly. She saw that she was right in her initial observation, he was tall but most were when compared to her own 5 feet 5 inch frame, he had copious amounts of muscle on show and she found herself wondering what it would feel like to have those strong arms wrapped round her. She found herself admiring the tattoos she could see and had no doubt there would be many more hidden behind the plain white tshirt he was wearing underneath the leather. Last of all she looked into his eyes and immediately wished she hadn't.

His eyes looked like they could have been forged in the pits of hell, so dark they appeared as lumps of obsidian and the steel in his gaze made her weak in the knees but she knew better than to show any effect he was having on her.

Jessalyn was brought out of her rampant thoughts by the blond asking if the abandoned car was hers. When she nodded yes the man who introduced himself as Jax invited her to ride the rest of the way with them. She almost refused but decided to girl up and deal with her shit the way an adult should, even if she felt like running far far away.

Jax pointed to the bald one and introduced him as Happy and before she could engage her brain scoffed "You sure that's his name? coz he sure as a pig in shit don't look happy" all the time securing the confirmation of his name to memory. "I'm Jessalyn" she said before inwardly cursing that she had given her real name to these guys knowing exactly what it was she was running from.

The man she knew was Happy nodded and the three headed over to the tow truck. Jax asked her what had happened with the car and once again she cursed herself when she admitted she had driven there from New Orleans. What in the hell was it about these guys that had she spilling bits of the truth. It wouldn't take them long to figure who she was now.

Happy had made short work of hooking her car up to the tow and they headed to TM to book it in. she wasn't particularly surprised when Happy headed straight into the building next to the garage leaving Jax to sort the paperwork with her.