If I Can't Have you

(28) The spy

"Where is he, Miss Morrigan?" Inspector Campbell questions as her home gets swarmed with a dozen officers.

"Who?" Jemima asks confusion portrayed on her face as Campbell gets closer, "we've got the guns, where is Thomas Shelby?"

"i'm not his mother, nor am I a copper," Jemima shrugs, "you're the inspector, you should have more secure ways of tracking down the people you're pursuing."

"Oh, I have secure ways, are you sure you want to know what they are?" Campbell replies tauntingly, "because I will be more than happy to implement them."

"Boss, may not be the best of ideas," Moss inputs, "if they find out you've laid a hand on her, they will come for you."

"I'm not scared of fucking tinkers like Thomas Shelby," the inspector scoffs.

"Don't use that word," Jemima shakes her head, "do not speak about him like that. You have no right."

"Or what?" Campbell tuts, "they won't be able to do anything when nooses are hanging around their necks, and let's be honest, what real threat do you pose?"

"What the fuck is happening?" Levin queries, walking into the kitchen, seeing Campbell cornering Jemima against a wall.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Levin exclaims, placing himself between them, a hand on the inspectors chest to forcefully move him backwards, "what do you want?"

"Tell Thomas Shelby I will find him, he cannot hide forever." Campbell warns, before ordering his men to leave.

"What does he want with Tommy?" Levin asks, turning to look at Jemima who was glaring at a retreating Campbell.

"I will explain everything... after, I need to find Tommy before they do," Jemima responds, "do you know where he is?"

"He told me that he'd gone to the pub to speak to Grace, he said you'd know what it'd be about," Levin tells her.

"Fuck... I forgot he was doing that today, we have to go," Jemima says.

"They're going to follow you if you go out the front," Levin reminds her.

"Good thing I have a back one," Jemima replies, "come on."

"I'm coming," Levin says.

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"He's in the back room," Harry tells her when he sees them burst through the doors of the pub, "he's not alone."

Jemima hurries into the backroom.

"I like you, Thomas," Grace says, and Jemima pauses in her step, neither of them noticing her as of yet.

"Does it look like I give a shit if you like me? The woman I want to like me does." Tommy states, "now answer me, we know you gave up Freddie, why?"

"Is this a trap?" Jemima asks, attracting both of their attention, "the police are looking for you, Tommy."

"You're a copper?" Tommy scoffs, looking at Grace, who shamefully looks down at the floor.

"Tom, we need to go," Jemima insists, as Levin enters the room with Finn, "the police are in the lane."

"You don't screw over the Shelbys and get away with it," Tommy warns Grace, as Jemima takes his hand, pulling him out of the backroom, going through the stock rooms beneath the pub to a private exit into an alleyway.

"Where are we going?" Tommy questions.

"When we get there I will tell you, but for now, just hurry up." Jemima states.

Eventually, they arrive at a shack on a hill in Tyseley, overlooking the town, Tommys mouth drops when he sees a line of guns hung up inside, then an array of empty liquor bottles on the floor, he turns to look at her.