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❝the silent killer.❞ ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
GRACE STIFFENED AS THE INSPECTOR APPROACHED, HER EYES WANDERING TO A COUPLE WALKING BY. No matter how normal she appeared, she was always paranoid of wandering eyes. One could never be too careful in the land of Tommy Shelby.
His leather-clad hand brushed a strand of hair off her face and she flinched away, not meeting his gaze.
"First of all, let me say I had no idea he would involve you in this ugly business. If I had, I never would have let it happen."
"He trusts me, I told you that. They both do." Grace turns, facing away from him so she can better hide the lie in her eyes. "You didn't believe me."
"No," The Inspector folds his hands respectively. "Sergeant Moss made a report. Which, of course, I burnt. He said that when he entered the room, Shelby and Price were embracing, while you were locked away. And then Price voiced her concern over your wellbeing."
"Is that your primary concern? An embrace?" She looks at him finally, irritation obvious in her gaze. "A woman expressing concern for another woman?"
"No, my concern is for your welfare."
"I would've killed them," Grace says around the sudden lump in her throat. "I have no control."
He shakes his head. "You've been living with beasts."
Grace looks away shamefully. "It was the beasts that stopped me." She turns and sits on the stone bench, laying her bag in her lap as she looks up to the man. "I believe last night something inside me changed. I no longer feel the need to avenge my father, the hatred that I brought here with me is gone. And therefore my reasons for joining the service."
He looks at her in disbelief, tilting his head slightly. "You want to resign?"
"I think our mission has come to a natural end." She hesitates momentarily. "I think I know where the guns are hidden."
"You do?" Campbell looks at her incredulously. "So tell me where,"
"If I'm right and the guns are found, you have no more business with Thomas Shelby and Eleanor Price. Is that not so? Our military mission will be over and we can leave the city as we found it."
Campbell shakes his head slightly, turning to sit beside her on the stone bench. "Are you trying to do a deal with me? Because if you are, you must be explicit."
"I want your word that Eleanor Price and Thomas Shelby will not be harmed if the guns are recovered. Your word as a gentleman. Will you give it?"
