Gemma was sipping coffee at her dining room table when Unser walked in.
"Hey," he said.
She did not look at him.
"Where are the boys?"
Gemma took a long sip of her coffee. She put down the cup and picked up a pack of cigarettes. She took one of the cigarettes out of the pack and lit it.
"At Jax's." she finally said as she exhaled a long puff of smoke.
Unser sat down in one of the empty chairs.
"There are some new developments in Tara's murder investigation. Thought Jax would want to know."
Gemma finally looked at her old friend.
"What kind of developments?"
Unser leaned forward.
"I had to deliver all of the information we had on Tara's murder to a warehouse in Stockton this morning. "
Gemma's stomach turned. Although she was reeling on the inside, she kept her face calm and stoic.
"Why did you have to take it there?"
Unser pulled a joint from his pocket and lit it. He offered it to Gemma but she refused.
"I don't know. But the building was heavily locked down. I could not get passed the receptionist. At first I thought I was in the wrong place, cause the building had a coffee sign on the front."
"Coffee?" Gemma asked putting her cigarette out in the ash tray.
"Yea. But apparently I was in the right place. I think the feds are somehow involved in this."
As soon as Gemma heard the words fed, the feeling in her stomach turned from dread to all consuming rage.
She got up from the table and raced to the door.
"Gemma, what is going on?"
Gemma looked at Unser.
"I have to go see about a rat."
Sam was going through piles of paperwork and kept coming back to one name: Juan Carlos "Juice" Ortiz. He was the only member of SAMCRO that they could not track down. However, as luck would have it, he was brought into Stockton Prison just that morning.
Sam picked up the phone in the conference room and called one of her contacts at Stockton.
"Hey Larry, it's Sam. I need an off the record sit down with a new inmate and I need it now."
"Why did she have her picture?" Jax thought to himself as he laid down in the grass by Tara's grave. He had not been there in two nights and felt guilty. But now that Juice was inside of Stockton and would kill Lin for him, he could come back. Let Tara know that justice was served for her.
But all he could think about was the picture of Tara, cold and lifeless, on Sam's bathroom floor. He needed to talk to Sam, but she was not answering her phone. He needed to find out what the hell was going on.
Jax stood up and kissed Tara's headstone.
"I love you, baby." He said as he walked away.
Sam pulled up to the front of the store. After a few tense minutes, Juice had confirmed everything. He confirmed that Gemma did kill Tara, he shot Roosevelt, and he lied about the Chinese. He called Gemma the "Gatekeeper of Secrets." When Sam left the visiting room, she knew Juice would not make it out of Stockton alive. She wished she felt bad about it, but she didn't.
Sam picked up her phone and noticed that it was off. Had it been off all day? She wondered. As soon as it powered on, texts and voice messages from Jax filled her screen.
"Shit." She said out loud. She needed to call him, but first she needed to think of an excuse why she was out of reach all day. Sam got out of her car and locked it. She went to the front door opened it and removed the closed sign. She knew Margaret would be opening in the morning and she did not have to worry about The Shop.
On her way up the stairs, she figured she would tell Jax she just needed some time to think and took off for the day. She really did not own him an explanation. That is what her head was saying. Her heart on the other hand was completely in love with Jackson Teller.
Sam unlocked the door to her apartment and instantly knew something was wrong.
Her eyes darted to the back door that had been kicked in. Silently thanking God for the small apartment, she made her way over to sink and her secret hiding place where her 9mm was stashed.
"Looking for this?" a voice said behind her.
Sam quickly turned around and saw Gemma Teller pointing her 9mm right at her.