Dan Fawcett was having a nightmare. Seagulls, crows, Starlings...whatever they were, surrounded him, as he thrashed about in a tangle of bed sheets. His last sight of his clock read almost two am, and that was just before it was swept off his dresser by flapping wings. Flailing , he managed to catch and throw one or two into the glass window pane, where they lodged themselves, struggling angrily. As beaks and talons gouged at him from everywhere, Fawcett managed to get to the front of his small house, and escape the madness. However, after colliding with Happy in his front yard, he realized he wasn't asleep. The nightmare was suddenly and painfully real!
Gemma sat at what she called her table with a view. It was the largest window and allowed anyone to see from the service station, to the water, and beyond. Her sudden popularity seemed puzzling at first, but she ended up enjoying her status, as "Gemma, and her boys."
Since the "introduction" of Red Road, customers began to fill the diner to capacity, with hopes of purchasing one or two joints . Deke was quick to notice the sudden demand for meals, especially desert items, causing a flurry of extra activity in the kitchen. A proposal for a percentage of Red Road sales was under consideration with the MC, so he was more than willing to accommodate the new "sales staff." A personal experience a Red Road joint left him more mellow than he could remember since he left the army !
Juice sat across from Gemma , so he could keep constant watch over the entrance. No one seemed to be overly concerned with the fact that what they were selling, in a public restaurant was illegal.
Miss Meeks had definitely passed by word of mouth, the sensational new product available at the Tides Inn , and to ask for man by the name of Juan Carlos. Females, in particular, began to show up- very often !
The men, on the other hand, noticed Gemma , and Deke was among them.
She was probably in her forties, he thought, unbelievably sexy, with a rack and ass that he had never seen in awhile! Her self assurance was like no other female he'd known. The fact she had so many ..."sons " seemed strange, but also made her stand out above the boring townswomen.
Opie and Jax returned from the docks, the deal set with the vessels owner. Opie had requested a months trial on board, to get the feel of his new venture before finalizing details. He also had to discuss this with Donna.
She was expected to arrive later that afternoon.
By noon, word had spread about the bizarre death of Fawcett.
Gemma was quietly sipping tea when she overheard a few locals gossiping about it. The missing eyes unnerved her, because of a familiar significance. What had that man seen that could warrant that punishment? Something didn't add up, and the bird thing seemed too far fetched.
Juice slid in opposite her.
"You got anymore ? I sold the rest of my shit! You hear about that Fawcett dude ? His eyes got plucked out. What the fuks up with that ?"
"Yea, the cows behind in that booth brought me up to date..."she looked up to see Happy entering the diner. "Where's Jax and Opie ?"...and what's he doing here , she wondered.
Behind Happy was Sheriff Malone.
Juices expression changed when Happy settled next to Gemma. He had already guessed what brought him back to Bodega Bay, and was waiting for Gemma to figure that out. It didn't take long.
"You seen Jax ?" She asked, her eyes narrowed.
"No, I'm gonna be heading back in few minutes. " he watched Malone out the corner of his eyes.
"So, you were busy last night ? I heard some talk...the eyes..." she whispered with her evil smile, "nice touch!"
She didn't know Carla, or her daughter, but remembered some conversations with them on the trip to Charming.
Fawcett was a degenerate and predator. Shed do whatever was necessary to shield Happy .
The sergeant at arms smiled back dangerously...
