Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Old Bones

As soon as the group arrived back at TM, Clay put the call out to go straight into church. Pixie didn't expect to be a part of this particular meeting, sensing that it was old club secrets come back to haunt them, so she was thoroughly surprised when she made to go clear out the utility room debris, and was instead hauled back out by Jax who'd gone into church, done a headcount and realised she was absent.

"I'm a part of this?" She asked him.

"Yeah, I want to see where you land on all this, especially as you were picking up on all the same cues as I was earlier. You're like a little bullshit detector and I wanna know exactly what's going on." He told her. "It's like you said in the tree, we've gotta work together."
Pixie nodded. "Can I get 'bullshit detector' as a patch for my kutte?" She giggled. "In all seriousness though, both Clay and Tig are freaking out, whoever those poor sods were, Clay doesn't want you to find out."

"Noted." Jax nodded before looping his arm around Pixie and taking her into church. Bobby, Clay, Chibs and Tig looked up as Jax and Pixie walked in. Jax took his seat on Clay's left next to Bobby and Pixie stood slightly awkwardly for a second, before Chibs slid across to the spare seat on his left and patted the one he'd vacated for her, so Pixie would be able to sit in between him and Tig. Clay raised his eyebrow, but said nothing as the rest of the Sons smiled at Pixie, surprised that Jax had brought her in. Chibs patted her back whilst Clay caught him and Bobby on what had been happening and that the three bodies were dead Mayans. Pixie pulled her knees up in her signature sitting pose and began twisting Happy's ring around her finger and thumb whilst she listened, her eyes scanned Clay's face.

"So all three of them were Mayans?" Jax said after he took in Clay's explanation, catching Pixie's eye for a second. Tig rubbed the skin between his eyebrows at the top of his nose with two fingers. Picking up on this and sensing his tension, Pixie pulled his hand away from his face and gently grasped it, watching him for his reactions, knowing Tig was one of the worst at hiding how he was feeling. He was definitely uncomfortable with Clay's explanation.

"Yep. Back in ninety-two." Clay recalled. "Mexicans tried to expand their Oakland dope base, set up a charter in Lodi. We couldn't let that happen." Clay said looking to Chibs and Pixie, the only two at the table who hadn't been there at the time. "It was a bloody two years. Bodies dropped."

"Yeah, I remember." Jax nodded. "That was right around the time my old man died." At the mention of the death of Jax's father, Pixie exchanged a heartfelt condolences glance with him. Jax smiled at her in return.

"That's right." Clay nodded sombrely.

"We gotta stop the P.D. from ID-ing those bodies." Tig suddenly voiced his concern. "If they flag up Mayans, we're their next stop."

Pixie nodded. "Sixteen years ago is still well within living memory, if those old bones have living relatives, they're gonna be pissed. Then we'll have the police and the Mayans on our doorstep, and there's only so many sleepy-coffees I can make." Pixie put in. Jax nodded, smiling at her reference.

"Well, we can pull the teeth to stop the ID, but they can still DNA test." Jax informed them.

"Right, plus, it'll be a bit obvious if three full sets of pearly whites go missing, coroners will catalogue everything that goes through their morgue the second they get it in, plus there's photos of the crime scene, which will clearly show three heads, with three sets of intact teeth. If you wanted the teeth, you should've got them out when you stuck them in the ground in the first place." Pixie explained. "Just saying." She added when all the Sons turned to look at her wide-eyed.

"Forensic tests on three bodies? That would blow half of Unser's yearly budget." Bobby put in.

"But if Hale thought it would hurt us, he'd get his new fed buddies to float the cost." Clay argued back.