After an unexplainable accident Annabelle finds herself hundred years in the past. In the boom of the 1920s, the era of Jazz and bootleggers. But it's not just the 20s she now has to deal with, she also happens to find herself stumble right into the...
Suddenly screams filled the room and I had a bloody and slimy baby in my arms.
"It's a baby boy, Ada. A healthy boy."
Polly quickly came rushing over and took the baby out of my arms to clean him up and wrap him in a blanket, before returning him to an exhausted Ada.
The birthing process went fairly smooth, which is why I excused myself rather quickly. I didn't want to be there when the police would rip Freddie away from his wife and baby.
As soon as I stepped into the cold night shivers ran all over my body. For a moment I thought about joining the men at the Garrison but I certainly had enough of the Shelby's and all their drama for one night.
With my hands in the pockets of my coat, I wandered down Watery Lane. It was quieter than usual. There were no drunks filling the street, or prostitutes exiting big houses. It was as if the people knew about the coppers who were lingering behind every dark corner waiting for Freddie Thorne to show up. This wasn't even a lucky guess.
In every second alleyway, I passed the men in uniform leaning against the walls, their eyes warily watching my every step. It was just a matter of time until one would either recognise me or stop me for some other made-up reason.
"Miss Lancom, going for a late-night stroll?"
What have I done in my past life to deserve such misfortune?
"Inspector Campbell, you and your men on a secret date night?"
I knew he didn't have time to deal with me at the moment anyway, so I didn't even bother to act out some faked politeness.
"I don't know what you're implying Miss Lancom, but it would do you well to watch your tone."
"Right. Of course, I'm sorry, your men are all probably much too old for your liking anyways, aren't they? Sir."
Even a blind man could tell how the old man frantically looked around, hoping that none of his bootlickers had heard my words.
At this point, he hasn't even made his interest in minors public, but judging from the way he reacted to my implication, he's always been a paedophile.
He had already opened his mouth to throw around some more empty threats when I interrupted him.
"Mr Campbell, we both know that I am not the person you're looking for tonight, so why don't you just do both of us a favour and cut the bullshit?"
