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❝sound the alarms❞ ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
"YOU BEAT US TO IT,"
Eleanor and Tommy's heads snapped upwards in sync, following the source of the voice as it came around the corner. The boys in the hall quieted at the disruption, halting their departure after Tommy had finished up the dealings for the horse.
Tommy faced the woman with furrowed brows, stuffing his hands into his pockets as Eleanor turned with a glare. "Did I?"
"I was trying to nab a filly for my stud,"
He nodded minutely at her words, his eyes shifting over her head for a moment before he shrugged a disinterested, disingenuous shoulder. "Sorry."
"Thomas Shelby, from where?"
Tommy narrows his eyes at her attempts to continue the conversation, and he knows that the woman before him is wavering under the heat of Eleanor's glare. "From Birmingham."
She made a shocked face, her dark eyes drifting over his face. Briefly, they shot to Eleanor, but at the sight of her vitriolic gaze, she quickly looked back at the gangster. "Goodness,"
"No, not much,"
The woman thrust her hand forward suddenly, her fur-lined coat shifting with the movement. "May Carleton. I breed racehorses and train them. What is it you do?"
"I rarely answer questions, is what I do," Tommy shifted, quickly dropping her hand from his to stuff it back into his pocket.
"Tommy, we should go," Eleanor spoke finally, her hard gaze drifting to the taller man at her side. "We've got other things to do."
The boys in the hall snorted out poorly contained laughter, and Eleanor couldn't help but smirk as the woman's eyes shot over to them, a glint of bitterness in them.
"Before you go, if you ever decide to put that filly out, I'd be interested in having her."
"I plan to race her,"
"Do you have a trainer?"
Tommy tilted his head. "I know people,"
"I know people, too," She pulled a card from her coat pocket, and Eleanor snatched it from her hand before Tommy could even reach for it.
Smiling tightly, Eleanor tucked the card into her coat, patting the pocket reassuringly. "Unfortunately, we must be going, so this stimulating conversation has to be cut short."
"Tommy, we've got to get this kid back before dark or Polly will have your balls!"
Arthur laughed at John's words, his taunting echo making the man in question roll his eyes. "She will have 'em!"
