Without A Trace

Sixty-Seven.

Its been about a month since the gala. It has done nothing but rain it seems like since then and lately that rain has turned into snow as it drags into the winter months. Johnny and Mr. Gold have been gone trying to find new information on the Edens, more specifically, where they can find Zamira, alone.

Thomas sits in front of the fireplace, the orange glow of the flame illuminating off of his skin as he brings his cigarette to his lips to take one final drag off of it. He pulls it from his lips and throws it in the fire before standing. He rubs his eyes with both hands as he walks solemnly over to the bed and grabs the shirt that is laying on it. With the shirt in hand he walks out of the room and down the hallway to Lewis's room.

Knocking a few times, no answer. Hearing the water run Thomas opens the door and makes his way to the bathroom where Lewis is in the shower. Lewis stands in the hot water with his head on his hands, leaning up against the wall.

"What is it Tom?" Lewis asks after a few moments of silence.

"When you're done come downstairs and join Michael and I. Theres some things we need to discuss," he says before turning and walking out of the room.

After a few minutes, Lewis and Thomas make their way into Toms office. Ada rests her hand on Michaels shoulder as he sits in one of the empty chairs infront of the big desk with an empty expression.

"How are they?" Thomas asks before sitting in his big leather chair.

"The nurses say they're doing great and are expecting to come home within the next week or so. They're just resting today since the doctors had to go back in and repair some of their intial injuries to get rid of some scar tissue build up. They're very much ready to come home now that they're awake," she says with a soft smile.

"Good," he says before opening a file with some papers in it. "Lets get this meeting started shall we?"

"Meeting?" John asks with his eyes furrowed. "None of you are in a place or position to have a fuckin meeting after what happened."

"We're having a fuckin meeting," Lewis says coldly to John. "I don't know about you, but I want their fuckin heads on a silver platter," he says while crossing his arms over his chest.

John shakes his head, "I understand but I don't understand why you three can't take time to just fuckin grieve-,"

"Why? Because my WIFE took a BULLET meant for ME," Thomas yells angrily shooting out of his chair. "I grieved my fuckin time John as we all fuckin have.  Now if you want to be part of this I suggest you keep your fuckin mouth shut," Thomas says through his teeth.

John stares at his brother coldly before slowly sitting down in his seat.

"Right then," Thomas starts before breaking away from his brothers gaze and back to the stack of papers on the desk. "From what Johnny has learned so far, the Edens own a home a few cities over. It hasn't been occupied in some time but there has been activity that someone has been visiting the property."

"Alfie and Harper have aided in lending us some scouts and are going to track all movement at the home and report back as they see anything," Lewis says leaning back in the chair with a glass of whiskey in his hand.

"Do we know how many of thems is there?" Aurthur asks flatly while he tucks fresh razor blades into the brim of his cap.

"Not yet, but with the activity there it suggests two people," Michael says as he runs his thumb over his pocket watch.

Thomas abruptly stands up and throws his heavy coat on before walking towards the door, "Michael, Lewis, come on. We're going to Harpers to check in."

As the boys stand Polly looks at him, "Why when they can just call here?"

Tom stops, "Aye?"

"Why is what I fuckin asked Thomas, why when they can just fuckin call here," Polly reiterates rudely.

"Because we can and if we can we do," Thomas says raising his voice walking back towards Polly.

"Heaven forbit we fuckin sit here and wait around when we can go and get this shit going and find out where she is," Michael says looking at her. "If you don't fuckin mind Pol, I'm going to find out when I slit the throat of the one responsible for almost killing my fuckin wife."

"You fuckin wonder why the girls don't give a fuck about you Polly," Lewis says sliding his coat on. "They almost fuckin died and you want us to sit and wait around for information," he says shaking his head. "We're the Peaky fuckin Blinders. We don't fuckin wait around," He says before walking out the door followed by both of his brothers.