𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐃𝐄𝐑 » thomas shelby

four

"Dora. Could you bring these to the art museum? Alastor Crostwell asked us to deliver them to him." Asks Nick his sister while holding up a bouquet of flowers, three more behind him on the counter.

"The Art museum orders from us?" Asks Dorothy, while scrunching her face in confusion. Why would a museum order flowers from a family shop in one of the most run down city parts of Birmingham. But to answer Dora's question, Nick just shrugs.

"Mr. Crostwell said something about, that his mother alsways loved mum's flowers, so he thought that'd be a great idea to try these out, as decorations for the offices or something like that."

Dora nods, still confused, but takes the four bouquet's and pure Thema in a basket close by. Before she leaves Nick calls out for her. "Oh, and take mum's old car."

Dorothy nods, before she walks outside, to the place where the rundown car stands. A long time ago their mother scraped all their money together so that she could buy a car, to run errands, and to recieve more customers.

Sighning Dora opens the door and grabs the key, from the hidden spot under the seat, which isn't quite safe, and puts the basket next to her on the passenger seat.

"Let's hope, that you still work old girl." Mutters the woman before starting the car up. Luckily it does work after a few tries and Dorothy drives out of the carport, to the museum.

Dora parks the old run down car in front of the fancy looking building. The brunette scrunches her face when she looks at the people entering, rich people. Dora couldn't stand most of them, they were just a bunch of fake bastards, at least most of them. She couldn't stand them, they always look down at her from their posh seats, and see nothing but a poor girl from Small Heath.

She quickly walks up the stairs into the building and searches for Mr. Crostwell's office. Voices from around the next corner make her furrow her eyebrows.

"I intereigated the head of the Peaky Blinders." Speaks a male voice. Throwing a look around the corner, Dora sees a man in a lang black coat and a familiar blonde. The new barmaid from the Garrison, Grace. Dora's eyes widen and she mutters a small 'fuck'.

"He didn't know anything. A brute." Continues the man and Dorothy takes a step back to stay hidden. Dora quickly comes to the realisation that the man is Inspector Campbell and dear Grace Burgess works for him.

"It strikes to me that it isn't Arthur who heads the Shelby family. It is the younger one, Thomas. They say he won two medals for gallantry in the war." Tells Grace the Inspector.

"You sound fascinated." Concludes Campbell.

"However, my opinion has not changed. The bookmaker gangs have other business and the communists are too weak to have planned this. I believe the guns were taken by the IRA." Continues the blonde woman. Dorothy gulps when she hears her talking about the guns, remembering Tommy telling her about them.