Welcome to Birmingham! It's my honor to represent it...
Birmingham 1920- 1939...
the Great War was just came to an end...
a new one is about to begin...
a new very dangerous movement is forming in Britain who claims it will solve every problem....
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01:53 AM
...late night. Thomas was still in his office. Lighting cigarette after cigarette. He used to laugh a lot yet not anymore....just closed his eyes and leaned back on chair and the flashlights from the past came back...again and again...Scenes from the war. These noises of a shovels digging the stones and the ground. Shell shock he manages to control it but now in some moments this flashbacks came back more strongly then ever. All that pictures from the tunnells and the lost of his friends made him closed, calculated and cold.
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Out of the blue it was morning. He wasn't slept at all. Just heard all these voices and the shoveling...
The city was waking up. It was very noisy. He took a look at his desk filled the glass with whiskey drank it. The cigarette was hanging from his lips.
08:36 AM. I came in. He gazed at me from toe to head lit a cigarette.
"I am sorry I didn't came 'ome. Just 'ad a lot to do." Thomas looking so tired.
"I see. Maybe yo should leave someone else to take care of t'e races and yo manages t'e Orphanage 'omes and t'e liquor business."
Sat on the chair against his desk.
"Tomorrow is t'e Worcester races...I just wanted to see everythin' is moving acording plan."
He blew a smoke and looked at the bets.
"According plan yo say?" I looked around myself. Then I continued:
"Grace's Secret is ready I told Marley she can be taken to t'e races." I crossed my arms resume :
"Did yo talk to Lees about t'e magic 'orse."
"Yeah sent John and Arthur to search for 'em."
He looked at the watch and stood up walking towards me.
"Need to find t'e trace of 'em. T'ey always moving. Esme told me once." Thomas looked at me and sat on the edge of the table.
"Tommy, eyyy allow yourself to be a beginner no one starts off being excellent." I gazed at him.
