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...
Crimson liquid filled my mouth once again and I spat it out before I had to swallow any more of it.
"Not the answer we need, darling."
The back of his gloved hand met my face once again and my head flew to the side. It's been going on like this for two days now. Or at least I thought it's been two days.
I've passed out several times and only knew how to differentiate between night and day by the little bit of light that entered the cell through the guttered window in the upper corner. My days consisted of the same few questions being asked over and over again. 'What is your real name?' 'Where are you from?' 'Why do you work for Thomas Shelby?' etcetera.
Sometimes they became creative and accused me of being a German or even Russian spy. They'd usually question Freddie first and when he told them to fuck off often enough they tried their luck with me. Safe to say, they like being insulted.
Most of the time Campbell didn't even bless us with his presence and his monkeys did all the dirty work for him. I thought today would be one of those days until he suddenly waltzed in through the door.
"Well well look who decided to join us."
Sadly the swine didn't react to my mocking tone and just sent his men out of the room.
"What do you know about Malacki Byrne, miss Lancom?"
So Thomas must have already told him about the IRA man and the guns.
"What do you want to know? Maybe I'll even tell you."
To be honest, I've had enough punches and backhands for one day, whatever it was Campbell wanted to know, I might as well tell him.
"In what correlation do he and Thomas Shelby stand? I find it hard to believe that the gypsy scum would ever do anything without having plans C and D."
I tried not to react to what he called Tommy, but found myself growing more agitated the longer I heard his voice.
"What? Scared he's going to fuck you over and embarrass you?"
