A certain character that many (myself included) probably have mixed feelings about appears in this chapter (and multiple other chapters). I felt like there were two versions of said character, the way Unser described her and the way she was actually shown. And because I think I would have liked Unser's Jarry a lot more than the series version, that's who appears in this fic (although you're free to also think of the character as an OC since she's really different from the general series portrayal). Also, if I get details about Unser's description of her wrong feel free to correct me. I haven't rewatched any portions of season seven since it aired and usually like to pretend it never happened. Third point is we're working under the assumption that Jarry was actually going to be one of Roosevelt's deputies originally and she was going to start close to when he got murdered so she was already in Charming but didn't know enough about the chaos it was.


The sheriff of Charming was supposed to be elected in a democratic fashion, not as a shoe in. However, the city was crippled and it just so happened that there was someone who was either brave or foolish enough to take the position in the wake of Eli Roosevelt's death. Althea Jarry had previously worked with a drug task force and had done well in such a role, but it was yet to be proved if she was ready for the battle ground that Charming had become. So, a day after she was supposed to be sworn in as one of Roosevelt's deputies instead she was sworn in as sheriff and visiting the scene where Juice Ortiz had begged for his life.

Now lifeless, Juice was still lying under a grey Mercedes. When Jarry arrived at the scene, which had been called in by a neighbor, the biker's body was still uncovered. Jarry found herself unintentionally making brief eye contact with the dead man's glassy eyes before turning away to one of the deputies.

"Jesus Christ, can't we cover him up?" Jarry asked the deputy, finding herself shaken by the dead man's gaze.

As the man nodded, she found her eyes traveling across the road to where a typical looking suburban couple was watching.

Looking up, the deputy followed her gaze "husband's the one who called it in. Figured I'd leave it to the new sheriff to talk with them."

There was almost disdain in the way he said "new sheriff," but Jarry chose to ignore it and instead walked over to where the pair was still standing and extended her hand to the husband.

"Sheriff Althea Jarry. Deputy Cane told me you might have information about this homicide."

"What happened to Roos-" the man's wife elbowed him sharply in the ribs before he could finish his question prompting him to change his response and take Jarry's hand and give it a firm shake. "I'm Chandler Willows and this is my wife Izzy."

"And what can you tell me about what you witnessed Mr. Willows?"

"I saw the shooter," the man responded.

Jarry found herself raising her eyebrows and clearing her throat in surprise. "Could you make out any identifying details?"

"I didn't see his face, but he was white, and he had a good looking back."

"Excuse me?" Jarry was unsure if she'd heard him right. It was odd that someone would mention such a detail with a corpse several feet away, not to mention within the local area there were probably thousands of Caucasian men with nice looking backs.

"He was shirtless and it was kind of obvious that he probably worked out a lot." Chandler stated as if it was completely relevant to the case.

"Honey, I think she wants details she can actually use," his wife hissed.

"Oh, he had an accent. Irish I think, and he was yelling at the murder victim."

Jarry sighed, feeling like she'd had enough of the dysfunctional couple.

As she turned to talk again with Cane, Chandler added one more comment. "He took off in that direction."

Having heard every word, Cane looked like he wanted to laugh but instead composed himself. "That was the least heterosexual description I've ever heard. It did narrow down the suspect list though."

"Maybe the standards are different where I'm from, but our witness didn't give us enough information to put out an APB."

"Ortiz is a member of a club that's currently involved in a gang war with several members of the IRA," after a pause he added "Roosevelt would want to knock on doors now. Of course that's what got him killed, but ninety-nine percent of the time it was a good strategy."

Before Jarry could respond, a female officer yelled from down the street. "I think we found the victim's bike!"

Without thinking, Jarry raced towards the sound of the deputy's voice. The bike in question appeared to have been kicked over and was lying in front of a small, modest looking house.

Cane raced to follow her and after a moment he asked "Isn't this the house of Jax Teller's former old lady?"

"The SAMCRO president?"

For a moment Cane looked impressed by her seeming knowledge of the local crime element, but then he added "former president, SAMCRO is also currently at a gang war with themselves."

"Well, she probably can at least tell us why Ortiz was parked in front of her house."

"Doubtful. Wendy Case spends most of her time in a self medicated state," Cane stated.

Feeling frustrated Jarry decided to knock on the door anyway. Several knocks yielded no response and ,not having proper reasoning to enter without a warrant, Jarry was about to give up and walk away when she spied something through the window. Quietly, she unholstered her gun and motioned to the other officers to do the same before trying the door and finding it unlocked.

After clearing all the rooms in the house, Jarry found herself focused on what she'd initially seen through the window. The leg that had been visible was attached to a second corpse. This one was female, blonde and appeared to have been strangled with the murder weapon still around her neck.

Before she could even ask the question, Cane stated "you're definitely not gonna be able to haul her down to the station and play whatever cop game you like to play to find out why Ortiz was parked in front of her house."