Without A Trace

Eleven.

Anna sits in the middle of the empty pub with me on her left and Ivy on her right with the boys standing behind us. Anna taps the side of her glass impatiently and nervously as Lewis grips her shoulder softly, "Easy love," He says lighting her cigarette before lighting his own.

The inspector walks in and takes a seat in front of Anna, "I'm surprised you called me Mrs. Shelby," he says folding his hands on the table.

"I know you want information on the imports of the Kimbers trade goods. I can provide you that information easily, but at a cost of course," She says taking a drag of her cigarette.

"Perhaps somewhere more private-" Campbell starts.

"Not a fuckin chance," Michael chimes in, staring at the inspector with a look as cold as ice.

"Whatever you have to say you say it in front of all of us. Understand Mr. Campbell?" Anna says crossing her leg over the other. "Don't try anything fuckin slick. Keep in mind you need us for information, but we sure as fuck dont need you," She says coldly.

Campbell raises his eyebrows leaning back in his chair, "Very well. Name your price Mrs. Shelby."

"You will grant us and our men Charlie and Curly safe passage of our goods through the canal for starters. Secondly I want to propose a trade with you," She says taking a sip of her drink. "You will take Lewis to jail instead of Michael."

Campbell scoffs, "Is that a bloody joke? What need would I have for Lewis in jail. He's not the one that did the deal."

"Interesting," Anna says sliding a tape over to Campbell, "Thats not what the racetrack footage shows," she says burning her green eyes into his before leaning back in her chair.

Campbell picks it up and plays the tape. In the altered but extremely believable tape, its not Michael, its Lewis who did the deal.

"But my officer clearly has stated it was Michael," Campbell says with a chuckle.

"Your officer also got the fuck beat out of him and had a 2nd degree concussion. Not very credible eh?" She says taking a puff of her cigarette.

Campbell sits quietly for a moment, "Fine. The evidence you provided would crumble my case against Michael so Lewis it is."

"Lovely, you can arrest him on Monday," Anna says getting up.

"Mrs. Shelby thats four days away," He says also getting up.

"Extra time for a criminal on the run. Aren't you supposed to be a fuckin copper or do I have to hold your hand through this whole fuckin thing?" She says scoffing at him. "Pleasure doing business with you Mr. Campbell, see you in four days. I'll bring Lewis to you." She says before heading to the back with us girls.

"No no Mrs. Shelby, my pleasure," He says with a chuckle grabbing the tape and walking out.

As soon as he opens the door a flood of men come charging in and start shooting up the bar. I grab the girls hands and dive behind the bar as glass flys past our faces, pushing our heads down and covering our eyes.

The boys whip out their guns and start blasting at the men. Lewis charges at one of them men tackling him over the table, breaking it with them on top. He sits up and starts smashing the mans face into the table before picking up one of the legs of the broken chairs, slamming it on the mans head, breaking the wooden leg in half before another man throws a kick to the side of his face.

Michael grabs the gun out of another mans hand before turning it around on him. Before he can squeeze the trigger the man pushes it off to the side at the last minute, shooting the chandelier causing glass and metal shards to fly around them, cutting up Michaels face. He slips on his brass knuckles from his pocket and lays a punch right to the temple of the man fighting him.

Thomas takes the last man and knocks him to the ground. He picks up a spitoon and starts nailing the guy in the face with a spitoon. Blood spatters all over his clothes as Tommy nails him over and over again, leaving the man unrecognizable. He throws the spitoon off to the side and gets up breathing heavily and drenched in blood, putting his gun back in the holster.

Lewis breaths heavily looking at the ground with a slight smirk and back up at his brothers before standing back up and walking over to Thomas. Michael stands up taking a cigarette out of the pack and sticking one in his mouth.

"Come on out," Lewis calls to us as we slowly creep around the bar.

"Jesus fucking christ," I say as my eyes meet Thomas's. I walk over to him and wipe the blood off of his eyes before wiping my hand on my pants and looking around at the other boys, "You two alright?" I ask.

"Yeah, just get rid of the bodies eh?" Michael says taking a long hit off his cigarette.

"Yeah, we got it. You three go on home and freshen up. Burn those clothes," Anna says walking over to one of the mens dead bodies before throwing her hair up into a ponytail. The boys nod and sneak out the back.

I walk to the conference room and open a hidden hatch door under the bench and lift it up, proping it open. Anna drags the men over there one by one and throws them down the well. Ivy gets the cleaning supplies out from behind the bar and starts scrubbing the blood out of the floors before throwing boiling hot water and bleach on it, washing it away down the drain hole in the middle of the room. Looking down into the well, the coyotes have already eaten the face off one of the dead men before I shut the door and latch it again, putting the cushion back down.

Anna walks to Aurthurs office and grabs a set of keys before walking to the back room. She moves a book from the bookshelf revealing a lock which she sticks the key into. I start breaking down even more the already broken chairs and tables as Anna and Ivy pull out the extra table and chairs we have back there to replace the broken ones.

I go behind the bar once I'm finished and clean up the broken booze bottles and kneel down pulling a crate out from under the bar, replacing the liquor bottles. Once we're all finished we take one last look around the bar which looks as if it was never even touched. We lock everything back up and I open the back door for the girls before walking down the alleyway back towards the house.

"Strike 2 Mr. Campbell," Anna says lighting her cigarette taking a big drag off of it.