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She floated into Charming on a bus from somewhere far away, walking through town wearing a denim vest over a flowing black dress with lace sleeves. Her hair was long and bright red-orange, hanging loosely over her shoulders. No one knew where she came from, but she rented an apartment near where Juice Ortiz lived, the first Sons of Anarchy member to notice her.
She walked everywhere she went, not owning a car in Charming, but each day she passed in front of the Teller-Morrow Garage, glancing into the parking lot. Some days she saw bikers riding out of the lot, wearing leather vests proclaiming them as part of the SONS OF ANARCHY, CALIFORNIA motorcycle club, with a Grim Reaper staring back at her.
Juice hadn't met her, but he had seen her carrying a paper bag of groceries into her apartment. She seemed not to notice the world around her, and she stood out in Charming. No one had seen her speak to anyone and no one knew how she could keep buying groceries each week, because she didn't have a job in the small town.
The first time she spoke to someone in Charming, it was to Clay Morrow. He was the President of the Sons of Anarchy and most women who weren't involved in the club, kept their distance from him. Even women inside the club knew to keep their distance. Clay radiated power and strength, that he would go to any length to keep himself at the head of the table.
She had said hello to him in passing, as if she did so with everyone. Clay hadn't been concerned, she was just some girl running from her past into Charming's welcoming arms, there was no reason to even think twice about her.
He had, however, mentioned it to his wife, Gemma Teller-Morrow. He had told her casually, trying to gauge her reaction to see if his wife knew any girl with red hair that would come to Charming looking for her or anyone else in the town. Gemma hadn't known anything about some redheaded bitch, but she knew she would be keeping an eye out for her now.
Chief Wayne Unser had seen the girl in town, walking down the main street, looking into the store shops. She had stopped in front of the cigar shop, tilted her head in confusion then continued on walking. Unser watched from his police car, contemplating introducing himself to her.
It wasn't often that new people moved to Charming just for the location or neighborhood. Unser pulled himself out of his car, and jaywalked across the street to stand in front of the girl.
"Hi," he started. "Welcome to Charming. I'm Chief Wayne Unser."
"Hello," she said back, nodding. She stepped around him, to continue down the street.
"What brought you to Charming?" Unser asked, wanting to find out the dirt on this girl before someone else did.
"It's just another place," she told him, raising an eyebrow at his curiosity. "And I was looking for another place."
"If you need any help—"
"I won't be," she replied.
Unser hesitated, then smiled at her. "Alright, hope you enjoy Charming."
She nodded at Chief Unser and continued down the street, quickly putting distance between them. Unser was left standing there, staring at the spot where the girl had just been, wondering why he hadn't asked for her name.
Two weeks later, Gemma Teller-Morrow spotted the girl. She was tiny and attractive, like Gemma had figured. The girl was sitting on the swing set at the edge of the Teller Morrow Garage property, swaying slightly. Gemma wondered how the girl got on the property, past all the Sons and the fence with barbed wire at the top, as she grabbed the gun out of her purse. She looked down, checking to make sure it was loaded. When she glanced back out the window of the office, the girl was gone.
All that was left of proof that she had even been there, was the swing that was still swaying back and forth.