Princess of SAMCRO

Tara

I made the ride to my house stuck in a fog, ultimately arriving home and not entirely sure how I got there. I had left the office prematurely, locking it and letting one of the guys in the garage know that I had to head out. My phone chimed twice on the ride and I assume it was Juice wondering where I had gone. I felt bad leaving and not letting him know where I was going or why, but I was close to a possible answer and that is the only thing my mind could concentrate on.

Finding the note where I left it, I placed in on the counter and pulled out the picture on my phone of the note Tara had left. Staring at them, I definitely see similarities, most notably the M's on both notes have a interesting swoop at the top. There is no way that is a coincidence I think to myself. Or maybe I am just seeing what I want to see. This would provide a pathway to an answer, which is all I have been thinking about all day. I just don't see a way that Tara being involved makes sense.

My phone rings again, and this time I snap out of my looping thoughts to notice it. It is Juice and I answer after the third ring.

"Hey Brooklyn, I was starting to worry when you didn't answer."

"Oh, yea. Sorry about that. Are you with the club tonight?" I ask.

"Not tonight, nothing going on."

"Do you want to come over?" I ask.

"Of course." I can hear him smiling. "I'll be over in fifteen."

We hang up and I continue to stare at the note in front of me and the picture on the phone. I need to talk to Tara, at least to ask about the note. I don't have her phone number but I could show up at her house, although that may be awkward. I could wait to see her at her work, although that seems invasive. I have a What Would Gemma Do? moment and I decide to just go to her house tonight. I have to know and if she left the note, I deserve answers from her. Suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder, making me jump.

"Woah, its just me Brooklyn" I hear Juices voice say softly in my ear and feel him kiss me softly on my neck. I nearly moan in response to the soothing feeling. He pulls back and walks to the opposite side of the kitchen island. "I knocked but you must not have heard me."

"Sorry, I was just lost in thought" I tell him and notice him look down to the note and my phone, both sitting on the island. "Check this out" I tell him, sliding the note and the picture on my phone towards him. "Do you think the handwriting looks similar?"

He studies it for a minute before answering, "I think it is the same Brooklyn. Who is Tara?"

I forget that he has never met her and it makes sense that he doesn't know who she is. I explain to him who she is and her connection to SAMCRO. "But I don't get how she would know about the inconsistencies in the records." I muse.

"Well you said she works at the hospital, maybe she saw them?" He suggests.

"No I don't think that's it. I ran into her at the hospital the day that she got the job there. That was after I found the note. She would not have had access to the records before that day. I want to go to talk to her. Tonight."

A look of surprise comes over Juices face before he replies, "Okay". I smile at him and embrace him in a hug. I appreciate that he is unwavering in his support for me.

Juice and I decide to take my car, and before long we are parked out front of Taras home. Inside the car we are silent, and I am trying to think through the best way to confront her about the note so that I will get the most information from her. Clearly, if she did write the note, she didn't want to talk to me about it directly. I'm not sure how long we had been sitting there before Juice interrupts my thoughts, "You can do this Brooklyn. I'll be right here waiting".