𝑳𝑨 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑼𝑺𝑬

𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑻-𝑫𝑬𝑼𝑿

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒆 𝟐.

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𝟑𝒓𝒅 𝑷𝑶𝑽

Salomé sat at the bar with Louis, both chatting as they waited for Harry to come take their order. Tonight it was Salomé's turn to bring the refreshments for them, Louis had decided to help as he was the most gentlemen out of the band.

Harry had walked up to them.
"My brother in Digbeth just said the police are coming down from Deritend in numbers." Harry whispered to them, Salomé had became close with Harry since she started singing, learning about his wife and family from Ireland.
"What for?" Salomé asked, she had never been fond of coppers.
"Don't know but they're asking for Tommy Shelby by name." Harry whispered and just in time Tommy Shelby had appeared from the Garrison's doors.

Salomé could tell something was up, just by the look in his eye when both of their states connected for a split second.
"Who's gonna tell 'em?" Harry asked nervous as ever.
"I'll do it." Salomé still had a look of concern on her eyes as she looked at the snug closed door. "He's softer on me anyways." Salomé turned back to Harry. "Don't tell anyone I told you that." Harry mimick zipping his lips shut.
"Louis I'm gonna need you to bring these drinks back to the boys for, just tell 'em I'm helping Harry." Louis had a split second of hesitation but he nodded his head.
"Attention Salomé, Small Heath n'est pas comme Lafayette.(Be careful Salomé, Small Heath isn't like Lafayette.)" Salomé gave him a kind look and pecked his cheek.
"Harry hand me a pitcher and a glass please." Harry quickly did so and Salomé was off to tell Tommy the information she had learned.

"What are your doing in 'ere?" I heard about your friend being buried, sorry to hear it so late. Salomé sat down the whiskey bottle and glass on the wooden table. "Let me pour you one in honor of your friend Danny WhizzBang." Salomé poured Tommy a glass and oh did he feel slightly guilty.
Salomé had come to learn from word around Small Heath, that one of Tommy's friends since the war was killed. No one really knew who killed him but all of Small Heath knew that it must've been from Danny's own Demise.
Danny WhizzBang was left with terrors from the war; he was shell shocked, Salomé knew that it caused his mind to take him back to the war. Only difference with Danny's war terrors, is that it didn't just take over him in his sleep like the others, it would take over during the day.

But Tommy knew something Salomé and the others didn't, Danny wasn't dead and that burial was where the guns use to be before they got dug up by Inspector Campbell.
Danny's death was fake, only a way to get some of the heat off of him from Inspector Campbell.
"I'm gonna 'ave to lie low for awhile." Tommy said after drinking the glass Salomé poured for him.
"Why?"
"This copper the one who ransacked the church, it's just me and him now." Salomé still wasn't convinced.
"When I get back I'm gonna tell ya somethings." Salomé looked at him confused but didn't question as time was too critical.
"Harry say the coppers are already in Digbeth."
"Yeah I know." Tommy sighed.
"The police are already in the lane Tommy." Finn swung the door open.
Salomé knew this was a split second decision and she went with it.
"Come with me." Salomé dragged Tommy out of the snug.