CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR
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It doesn't take me long to collect the small gun and climb back in the tow truck. We go straight to the station and when we get there I climb out of the tow truck and head inside. Opie and Kip both follow me, but Kip stops just inside the door and asks a passing officer to be directed to the car for tow. I feel my feet dragging as I spot Unser and head in his direction. No one is able to miss the giant man beside me, or the leather kutte he's wearing. We're spotted just as I get ready to call the Chiefs attention and he walks over, Gemma had filled me in on his illness and I'm surprised he's as healthy looking as he is.
He ushers us into his office and after a few pleasantries turns to Opie and asks what he can do to help, Ope just thumbs towards me and says, "It's her."
Wayne turns his attention to me and repeats the question.
I sigh and close my eyes for a second, before reaching into the bag I'm carrying and pulling out the metal case I'd grabbed. Handing over my New York licence doesn't prove to be very hard but removing the small hand gun and handing it over is a little harder, but spotting the writing on the side I giggle.
"Guess it's appropriate that I had the 'chief's special' to the Chief."
Wayne raises an eyebrow as I pass the clip which had been separate in my bag and leans back in his chair. "Not that I don't have people passing me hand guns all the time, but what's up?"
"Have you talked to Aunt Gem lately?" Wayne shakes his head. "There is some shit going on, unfortunately its shit I brought back with me that someone else now has to clean up. Long story short, I was attacked and held captive in Maine for an extended period of time and now the powers that be in the state of California don't want me having a handgun."
Chief Unser slips into the spot where Wayne, friend of the club, had been. "Is there anything Charming PD can do?"
I shake my head. "No, but there is something that Wayne can do. Do not tell my cousins." I state emphatically.
"You know if anything comes through relating to you that David will find out, don't you?" Wayne questions, looking at me as he opens his draw and pulls out a pre-rolled joint. At my raised eyebrow he grins, "It's for my cancer."
I shake my head, chuckling lightly "Your cancer likes to get high?"
He grins again, looking over the desk at me, "Nah, it doesn't but it makes it go away, and gives me an appetite, which Della appreciates."
I nod, plans in my head for cooking Wayne and his wife a few meals already forming, after all he locked my 4x4 up for me with no explanation needed.
Opie and I stand up to leave and find Kip outside with the car attached to the back of the tow truck, the car looks like it should be heading to the wreckers not to a mechanics but who am I to know anything. It'll make a good match with my Challenger which is still sitting in the corner covered with a tarp.
We're not far from the garage when my phone rings, digging through the giant bag I'd grabbed I find it at the bottom just as it stops ringing, dialling back the number I hear awful hold music that sounds like Walt Disney threw up on sheet music and told an orchestra to play it.
"Welcome to Charming Real Estate, castle or pumpkin we've got it all." Mandy's voice sounds tired and the ridiculousness of what she's just said makes me laugh out loud.
"Hi Mandy, it's Sarah. You rang."
"Yes, yes I did. The keys will be here tomorrow morning. Mark and Carol delivered them about 45 minutes ago and they were put in an urgent courier."
I nod, then shake my head as I stupidly realise she can't see me. "Sure thing, I'll come in tomorrow and get them."
"Don't worry about that, I'll bring them to Teller-Morrow. You will be there, right?"
"Yep. From about 8am probably."
"Okay, well I'll be there before 10."
I hang up the phone and shove it back into my bag, leaning my head against the headrest of the car I feel the smile cross my face. Turning to Kip I see him concentrating on what he's doing so decide to remain quiet for the trip back. He's glancing in the rear vision mirror every few seconds like he's expecting something to go wrong and I don't want to disrupt his concentration in case his nerves get the better of him.
A few minutes later we pull into the lot and just as I open the door my phone rings again, this time I don't have to go hunting for it as it's still sitting on the top where I dropped it.
"Hello."
"Hi, is this S Hale?" The voice sounds overly polite and I'm concerned for a second.
"That depends, who is this?"
"Sorry, it's Tania from Insurance Direct, I was ringing to make an appointment for the assessor to come and look at your car." The woman's voice is suddenly very apologetic and I breathe a sigh of relief.
"Sure, it's at Teller-Morrow; it's a garage in Charming. Any time is fine, there's always someone here." I say, looking around at the mechanics that are starting to pack up for the night.
"We have someone free tomorrow at 4 if that's convenient." Tania says tapping away at a keyboard.
After confirming the appointment time I hang up the phone again and head towards the kitchen so I can put all the bread that I had made earlier into containers. Stepping through the door it takes me a second to absorb what my eyes are seeing.
The bread that I'd spend hours making that morning has all been dumped in the sink and there is water running constantly onto it, overflowing onto the floor, the speciality flour that I'd gotten Gemma to pick up has been smeared all over the bench and with the water that's flowing over the length of it it's turned into a sticky mess. Shaking my head I step over the bulk of the water and wrench the tap off before stepping back out of the kitchen. I can't see anyone around the clubhouse so I go outside and find Chibs leaning on the picnic bench smoking quietly.
"Hey Chibs, have you seen anyone go into the kitchen since I left?" I ask, stepping over to him.
"Not sure lassie. I've not been monitoring it." He tells me, his accent is still thick but I guess it's mellowed to the point I can understand him fairly easily. "The only people who have been in there that I've noticed were you, Gemma and that blonde gash that can't change a tire."
"Ima." I growl out and he nods.
Under normal circumstances I would consider ignoring the brainless porn star but she's destroyed several hours of work, I catch sight of her standing behind her car while Opie and Kip finish off what they'd been doing earlier, the smug smile on her face as she meets my eyes almost makes me completely lose my temper but I gather the last strand and walk towards the office instead, hearing her heels clatter as she hurries to beat me there.
Sticking my head in the door I grab Gemma's attention by waving a hand at her. "What's up baby?"
"Did you know Ima's been nice enough to offer to completely clean the kitchen?"
Gemma raises her eyebrows, "What?"
"Well I spent all morning making bread, and those cinnamon rolls you loved but it seems that something happened in there today and now it's all ruined. I was talking with Ima and she offered to clean the whole kitchen from top to bottom." I grin over my shoulder at the blonde tramp and wait.
"I'm not cleaning that kitchen. I didn't make a mess in there, and I have to be on set in 35 minutes." Ima blurts out.
"Oh, my mistake. I thought that it might have been you that made the mess when you were taking the cinnamon roll." I point at the latex of her dress where right in the middle is a circle of icing where she'd obviously dropped it.
She looks down at where I'm pointing and then back at me, "I told you, I didn't make the mess and I'm not cleaning it."
Gemma clears her throat from behind us. "You know it really is simple, I'll just bring up the footage on the camera and we'll see who made what mess." Gemma steps past us and strides across the lot. The grin that's formed on my face gets wider when she calls over her shoulder, "And Ima, I know Luann's not doing any filming today or tomorrow so I'm not sure who's set you're due on."
Ima struggles to keep up with Gemma as she throws the door open, not even bothering to go near the kitchen she logs into the recorded footage and rewinds back an hour or so and presses play. The small image shows me leaving and about 5 minutes later Ima sliding through the kitchen door and then nothing till she comes out 20 minutes later with what appears to be a satisfied smirk on her face.
Gemma turns to her, "Go start cleaning. Mops, buckets and cleaning products are in the cupboard by the fridge. Sarah will check when you're done, we're going to be here a while longer anyway so make it good."
Ima stomps her foot and grumbles the whole way to the kitchen, it doesn't seem to occur to her she could just leave and there would be nothing any of us could do about it, but then she'd never be allowed back in the clubhouse. And if she was dumb enough to step foot inside the walls again if she'd abandoned the mess she made I'm sure that I would not be held accountable for my actions, beating the blonde off her head would be a pleasure.