Much to Chibs surprise Sheriff Eli Roosevelt stood on the other side of the door. Slowly, the former SAMCRO member lowered his gun and plastered a fake smile on his face before undoing the chain to open the door. "What can I do for you Sheriff?"

"A call came in this morning from the Diosa brothel reporting gunfire on the premises."

Chibs tried to remain stoic while at the same time wondering who had called in the murders. "Well it's a shame that happened but I'm not sure how I can help you," he responded trying to sound cocky and unmoved.

Roosevelt seemed unwilling to buy Chibs' lie and tried to peer into the doorway around him. "Are you alone?"

Chibs gave the sheriff an incredulous look while silently praying that for once the women in the house would stay in the kitchen. "I thought this was about what happened at Diosa this morning?"

"According to Nero Padilla you've been staying at Diosa, with your wife who has known ties to an international terrorist organization." Roosevelt pressed on.

Chibs grimaced trying to quickly come up with a lie that would both get the sheriff off his back and save Fiona from being taken from him by greedy pigs who only saw her as a felon. "Sheriff, I don't know if you realized this but Mr. Padilla has quite the imagination. I wouldn't take anything he said at face value."

Roosevelt snorted "Why should I take your word over his?"

Chibs was about to retort when the glint of an approaching motorcycle caught his eye. The bike was speeding, but he saw enough to quickly identify it as Jax's. Instead of giving the other man a chance to reveal his true intentions he found himself immediately dropping to the ground and shielding himself. The move proved to be lifesaving as seconds later two gunshots ripped through the air shattering the quiet of the suburban neighborhood. As the bike sped off he registered a red liquid on the ground in front of him. Slowly, he followed the blood trail back to it's source. "Jesus Christ!"

Hearing his exclamation and realizing the shooting was over, Fiona and Kerrianne rushed out of hiding. Normally he would have chided them for such carelessness, but this time he didn't think Sheriff Eli Roosevelt would be trying to take his family away from him.

Slowly Chibs got to his feet as his daughter rushed into his arms. "Da! Did you get hit?!"

"The bullets missed me Darling," pausing he looked to his wife "I can't say the same about the sheriff though."

For the first time Kerrianne seemed to notice Roosevelt's body. "Is he dead?"

Taking the question at face value it almost sounded liked what one might phrase as a stupid question. The bullet had left a large gaping hole in the back of Eli's skull. The man clearly wasn't alive in the present and Chibs doubted he had even lived long enough to feel his body hit the pavement. Still, Chibs realized the question wasn't as much a literal "is he dead?" as it was "why is he dead?"

"I don't think he was the intended target."

xxx

Jimmy was truly disgusted with himself. He was an attractive enough man that he could probably easily pick up any woman that he wanted. Yet instead here he was with Jax Teller's junkie ex-wife. Wendy Case wasn't the worst sexual experience he'd had, and when she was full of drugs she spilled every dirty little secret of SAMCRO's to him. However, her inability to keep secrets meant he also had to watch what he said around her lest she decide to turn right around and find someone to spill his secrets to.

After he'd had to flee Diosa he'd almost immediately ran to her apartment and made up some excuse that had satisfied her surprisingly easily. After that they'd had intercourse. The noises she'd made during the act itself had almost killed the mood for him, but the way she'd worked her body around him had made up for every disgusting moan she'd made.

Now, the junkie whore was in the other room shooting poison into her veins. Jimmy had provided the drugs knowing that they'd make her do and say exactly what he wanted her to. Still, he couldn't stand watching her actually inject them as it reminded him of the lows he'd sunken to by being with her. Instead, he was standing in her kitchen wearing only a pair of black slacks and drinking one of her disgusting American beers.

He'd almost convinced himself that the beer actually did taste halfway decent when she came out of the bedroom. If he'd thought she looked bad before he'd started drinking and she'd injected herself with the latest round of drugs, now she looked even less appealing. The eye shadow she'd been wearing had began to smudge and her dark eyes looked almost lifeless from whatever effect the drugs had already caused in her. She was staggering too and when she walked right over to him he had to steel his nerves to keep from pushing her away.

Eventually, when she lost her usefulness he'd find some way to dispose of her. Right now however she was exactly what he needed to have the upper hand over SAMCRO.