"What do you mean you have shit to convict?" Jax raised his voice. Unser held up his hands to quiet the man, "Keep it down, alright?"
They'd met on their own to discuss Unser's latest findings, but they did not need to attract attention.
Jax did not say more but he was shifting his weight and his hands kept clenching into fists at his side.
Unser continued, "I talked to Caroline…she would only nonverbally confirm what you had told me…but she said that she would not testify to it…"
Jax was irate, "That's it? Because she won't open her goddamn mouth- we can't arrest the son of a bitch that nearly killed Kylie and my son?"
The club's way of dealing with things was not by the book. They would get revenge their own way. But if they could get Weston arrested or put a dent into Zobelle's new 'good for Charming' façade- they might have a leg up.
Unser nodded, "There's still an investigation going at the pharmacy…but that's it. Now, look, Jax…do not let me get a call telling me that someone beat Caroline to a pulp or scared her into fleeing the state…"
Jax took a deep breath, "We don't hurt women," he said. "But if that's all you can do…because you can't get her to open her mouth…I warn you- this shit's going to get ugly…and I will not hold back on the man that nearly cost me my family…"
Unser nodded, "I'm doing my best, kid," he said.
But Jax said no more. Shaking his head as he replayed the last conversation in his head, he turned around and headed to his bike. He shoved the helmet on his head and raced off to the clubhouse. Something had to be done.
And soon.