Without A Trace

Fourty Six.

Walking down to the cut we meet with Curly at the docks. Curly is standing over at the docks and does a double take as we make our way closer to him. He looks over at us, his eyes immediately filling with panic and makes his way over to us past the crates.

"You're early. Too early," he says in a slightly panicked voice, fidgeting with his fingers.

"Its alright Curly," I say calmly before putting my cigarette in my mouth and looking over at the crates, "Lets see the shipment for today shall we?" I say before motioning over to them.

"Tommy will be mad," he says again in the same tone.

"Tommy will get over it," I say patting his pack softly before walking over to the crates with him and the girls. I hand Anna and Ivy each a pair of gloves and slip mine on before pulling the cigarette from my lips and inspecting the crates.

"All of these go to the warehouse Curly?" I ask, motioning to the crates already on the ground next to the dock, before meeting his gaze.

"Yes Ms. Cora," he says nodding his head.

I nod back to him in agreement and walk around each of the crates with a clipboard to take inventory. After I'm done Ivy goes from crate to crate, prying open the lids looking at the contents of them and having the dock men organize them into groups by content.

Anna scans the bridge for the coppers and watches their route patterns. She writes them down on a slip of paper and sticks it in her bust. As Ivy and I take inventory Anna boards one of the boats and starts taking inventory on it. Just as shes finishing up she glances up at one of the coppers making his way down to the dock. She gets off the boat and heads towards us and stands next to me.

"Afternoon ladies," He says tipping his hat to us.

"Afternoon," I say still taking inventory, not bothering to look up at him to acknowledge him.

"Are you three part of this operation down here with the car parts?" He asks looking between the three of us, "I've never seen you down here before. Only the Shelbys come down here."

"We are Shelbys," Ivy interjects setting her clipboard down and meeting his eyes. "I'm Michael Shelbys wife, thats Lewis Shelbys wife," she says pointing to Anna, "And this is Thomas's wife," she says pointing to me.

"I'm very sorry for the confusion," he says genuinely. "However your husband's should be down here, thats part of the agreement they have with Churchull. They have to be present."

"Well they're a little tied up at the moment obviously," I say bringing my cigarette to my lips and taking a puff off it. "Thats why they sent us down here. I can call them and you can speak with one of them if that would appease you so we can finish our job," I say with a sigh.

He nods in satisfaction as I motion to Ivy to go to the wall and call Michael. She gulps slightly before walking to the phone and ringing Michaels desk phone.

"Shelby residence," He says rubbing his face. His white shirt unbuttoned, he holds a cigarette between his first and second finger as he has his hand wrapped around his glass.

"Michael," Ivy starts trying to hide her nervousness. "Theres an officer down at the cut that wishes to speak with you," she says looking back over to us and the officer who makes his way over to her.

"What the fuck are you doing down there? You were supposed to fucking wait Ivy! No," he say pinching the bridge of his nose. His voice angry, "This cannot be possible. What in the fuck is wrong with all of you? Thomas is gonna freak the absolute FUCK out when he finds out."

"Heres the officer Michael," she says handing him the phone. Ivy turns her gaze to mine and Annas, worry slowly filling her eyes. Anna motions to her quietly to relax and calm down while the officers back is turned.