Without A Trace

Thirty-One.

Sitting at the table Lewis scans the ocean of people before spotting the undercover copper and taking a sip of his drink before setting the glass down.

"Hes still here Tom," Lewis says looking across the table at his brother.

"We're watching him Lew, just act casual eh? We have all the time in the world," Thomas says taking a smoke from me, peering across the table at Ivy.

"Ivy, I have a job for you," Thomas says sitting up slightly. "I want you to go talk to Grace. You and Anna both. Cora will stay here with me, phone us if you need anything. I want to see what you girls can get out of her since she wont talk if Coras there."

Ivy looks over at Anna and back at me. I nod my head for them to go, "Come back with a full report."

The girls get up from the table and weave through the sea of people before walking down the wooden steps and heading towards the house.

"You think she'll say anything?" Anna asks looking over at Ivy as the gravel crunches under their feet.

"She better fuckin say something, the bitch doesn't want to die does she?" Ivy says sticking her hands into her pockets.

"We wouldn't kill her anyways, she would just come pretty fuckin close to it. But still. Why the fuck would she keep her mouth shut if she's already pretty fuckin battered by what happened yesterday?" Anna says shaking her head, "She'd be a bigger fuckin idiot than she already is."

"Probably for Money and security if I had to guess. Thats why anybody around here does anything with us," Ivy says sharing a glance with Anna before making their way up to the wooden door of the house.

Opening the door Ivy takes her jacket off and throws it on the chair. Anna takes off hers as well and rolls up her sleeves before sticking her cigarettes in her pocket. Ivy slips her lighter and a few cigarettes into her pocket as well while walking down the hallway and turning to go down the basement stairs. Once they're in the dark and damp basement Anna pulls the string of the dim basement light before opening the door.

Grace sits there staring at them coldly, "The fuck are you two doing here.."

Ivy lights a cigarette before handing the pack to Anna, "We just want to know whos is paying you to keep lurkin around here."

"Like I'd fuckin tell you," She says glaring at them.

Anna walks over to her and grabs Graces chin pulling it up for their eyes to meet, "Love it looks like you don't have much of a fuckin choice now do you? Now you can either tell us and you can go on your way, or, you can sit and try not to crack. But that will only cause you to be beaten until you do crack. And if I certainly haven't fuckin forgotten, your boy will see you come home a whole woman, or a woman in fuckin pieces."

Grace sits there clenching her jaw as she sits there staring into Annas eyes, "Then I guess you'll have to crack me."

Anna grins, "Alright then," She says before taking a bottle of whiskey off the shelf and smashing it across the side of Graces head. She takes the broken end of the bottle and sticks it in Graces temple causing her to scream in pain.

"We got all fuckin day Grace, but lets speed things up a bit shall we?" Ivy says sticking her finger in the carving wound from yesterday. She walks over to the wall and picks up the phone dialing a phone number before sticking the phone up to Graces ear.

"Mommy?" The little boy says, "Are you coming home soon?"

Graces eyes begin to fill with water she looks up and Ivy who is staring an Icy gaze right back at her. Ivy takes the phone away and hangs it back up before turning her attention back to Grace.

"How do you fuckers know where I live," Grace says as her voice cracks, blood dripping down the side of her face.

Ivy laughs slightly before walking up to her and digging her thumb into the wound on her temple casuing Grace to scream, "Its not that fuckin hard to trace an account. But I guess you wouldn't know since you're brain is the size of a fuckin ice cube."

"Eden," Grace breathes out heavily looking up at Anna and Ivy. "Zamira fuckin Eden. Now let me go."

"Thats the one Churchill warned us about in the meeting," Anna says quietly to Ivy before turning her attention back to Grace, "And why the fuck does this Zamira have you stalking our every fuckin move?"

Grace sits there with her mouth closed clenching her jaw slightly, "She wants to kill Cora. Hurt Thomas where it will hurt him the most. That way when she runs for governor, the Peaky Blinders will be in shambles and they wont be there to protect Churchill or corrupt the election."

Anna and Ivy sit there silent. Ivy looks over at Anna, sharing a look with her before untying Grace and dragging her out of the house. "You will fucking leave. You will leave and you will not even look in this fucking direction," Ivy says throwing her on the ground. Anna waks up and steps on the side of her head, pushing weight down on her.

"This is your last fuckin warning Grace. We even catch you down the fuckin street, and there WILL be a fuckin bullet between your eyes. Do we make ourselves clear?" Anna says squeezing Graces head between her foot and the cobblestone.

"YES. YES YOU'RE CLEAR," Grace screams out as tears run down her face. Anna steps off of her and walks back into the house with Ivy.

Anna leans against the door after shutting it and runs her hands through her brown hair, looking up at Ivy, "What the fuck are we supposed to tell them when we get back?"

Ivy paces in front of her, lighting a cigarette and taking a few puffs off of it before looking at Anna, "When we go back we'll just tell them that it was Zamira who was trying to get information about the ports. We'll have to pull Thomas aside later and tell him about what she said about Cora."

Anna nods her head taking a puff of her cigarette, "We can't tell Cora. She'll go on a fuckin frenzie and kill Grace as a message to Zamira. You know how she fuckin is with information like that."

"I know. Thats why we only fuckin tell Thomas," Ivy says sighing taking a small deep breath and pausing for a moment, "Tommy will take care of it. He always does."