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Small Heath, Birmingham, smelled.
It smelled like old socks, burnt leather and the casserole Mrs Dillon makes every other Thursday. Fair to say it was a bad smell and Birdie suddenly wished she was back in New York. However New York brought memories she couldn't handle. Angel's death was still a fresh cut in her skin that hasn't even scared yet. To add to the pain, Papa Vicente was gone too. He was killed by the same gang that had killed Angel.
Birdie had to beg her mother to tell who they were. It took weeks and weeks before Audrey Changretta told her daughter who was responsible for the kills. The way Birdie's eyes had darkened when she was told the truth worried Audrey. Birdie wasn't a violent person but Audrey wondered if losing Angel and Vicente was too much to her daughter. Her daughter who had been so scared, underfed and sick when brought to them. A broken little bird who found strength to get better.
"Any regrets yet?" Ezra stood next to Birdie, looking around the dirty streets.
"None," Birdie shook her head. "We just need to find Luca."
There was such determination in Birdie. Two weeks ago she had decided to go after her brother and help him get rid of the Peaky Blinders who had brutally murdered their brother and father. Audrey had been furious at her daughter when she told her she was going to England but couldn't do anything to stop the girl either — she was an adult after all. And while Birdie was determined, she wasn't sure what she was planning on doing in Birmingham.
She had ruled out revenge when Angel was killed but then she lost her father to the Peaky Blinders too. Revenge sounded like a plan but it was something she couldn't do herself. Birdie had no idea how to plan revenge and her Catholic guilt would take the better of her before even getting started. That's what she had Luca for. He felt no guilt or remorse.
Birdie knew nothing about the Peaky Blinders and she didn't need to. All she needed to know was that they were responsible for her brother and father's deaths. To her they were criminals. Savages who kill for pleasure. She was oblivious to her own family's doings, games and plots but rightfully so — they were family and nothing was more important than that.
"Do you know where he is?" Asked Ezra with curious eyes.
When Birdie had told him she was going to see her only living brother, Ezra immediately offered his help. The poor boy's been crushing on Birdie ever since meeting her and would move heavens and earths just to make her happy. Birdie knew this and to her defense, she liked Ezra too. She liked how he felt like home.
"He told me to meet him in a bar," said Birdie, looking around the street to see if there was one around. "But I don't think we're in the right place."
They walked down the street and turned to their right where drunken people bumped into them. Birdie huffed, annoyed by such behaviour but decided to let it slide this time. She was too busy in her mind to pay notice to them — she had a mission to accomplish.
