Tommy and Chelsea didn't speak one word to each other on their way to meet Alfie Solomon's.
At first, all Chelsea could think about was what Isaiah must think of her, he must think she slept with the Russian but Chelsea didn't.
That thought was soon enough pushed to the back of her mind when the thought of her brother in the hands of their enemy's popped back up.
She could deal with Isaiah later, Charles was her main priority at the moment.
When they arrived at the abandoned warehouse where they told Alfie to meet them, Tommy and Chelsea hopped out the car and saw Alfie doing the same but he was with someone.
Chelsea had enough of everyone's bullshit, she wasn't playing games, not anymore.
"We told you to come alone and unarmed." said Chelsea as her and her dad came to a half, Alfie holding a cane in his hand and another man standing opposite them.
"Yeah, well, alone I ain't never gonna do, am I?" Alfie shrugged, "And as for the cane, don't worry about it. That is just my sciatica. It always plays up around the winter and the summer solstice."
"What have you got for me, Alfie?" Tommy asked.
"What did you bring me out here for?" said Alfie, looking around at his surroundings.
"It's on the way to somewhere we need to be in a hurry." Chelsea said, "What have you got for us?"
"Well, seeing as you was prepared to pay such an exorbitant amount for this information, J decided to give you value for money." said Alfie, taking out three papers, "So, here are the names of all the men in England who I would approach, right, if I had a Faberge egg for sale. There you go. And then, here's all the men on that list, you know, who would buy the old Faberge egg even if they knew that item was stolen."
He handed both the notes to Chelsea, Chelsea scanned the papers over once and then back up to Alfie.
Alfie turned to Tommy, "Then, in come your curious fucking gyppo question. I won't ask, but, ehm, there's a list of the men who would buy a Faberge because of their wife's obsession."
Chelsea watched, Tommy took the paper from him and handed over the sum of money.
Tommy turned around and scanned the paper, Chelsea waited for him to speak or give a signal, and he did.
She heard him scramble inside of his pocket before pulling out the gun and aiming it at Alfie.
The man beside Alfie pulled out a gun too.
Chelsea reached into her own pocket and pulled out the gun, pointing it at the man who was aiming at her dad.
"You left a name off the list, Alfie." said Tommy.
"Did I?" Alfie said, staring straight back at Tommy.
"Yeah." Tommy nodded, "I've already spoken to my people on the jewellery quarter, experienced dealers. They tell me there are only three men in Britain whose wives are obsessed with Faberge. Makes them good customers. You missed the richest one off the list."
"Yeah, well, if you knew already," Alfie began, "how come you dragged me all the way out into the fucking oggin, mate?"
"Two reasons." said Chelsea, her eyes still locked in on the man who aimed a gun at her dad, "Reason one. . .by withholding a name that you most certainly know, you've proven to me and my father that you have done a deal with the Odd Fellows. It was you who told them about the tunnel. You who told them about the fucking deal with the Soviets. Reason two. . .the name of the man that you are withholding must be my father's enemy otherwise you would not be protecting him. He's now a man we can use."
