Violent Delights | Peaky Blinders [thomas shelby]

NINE.

( book i, CHAPTER NINE )

          NEWS HAD SPREAD QUICKLY OF Danny Whizz-Bang's death. From what Eliza had heard, Danny had been under one of his spells when he killed the Italian man. Eliza had expected it to be the dead man's kin that murdered Danny, but to her shock it had been Tommy. She wouldn't have believed it if it weren't for Ronan and his tears.

After comforting the boy to the best of her abilities, Eliza tucked the little boy into bed and kissed his wet cheeks. He fell fast asleep- the poor thing cried himself to the point of sleep.

Elizabeth walked herself to stand in front of the mirror in their suite. She wiped the tears from her face and sucked in a deep breathe. She walked over to the window, grasping on to the railing tightly as she looked down at the buildings below her.

She couldn't stop thinking of Ronan. Of the man he saw- poor Danny Whizz-Bang. She thought of Tommy and his friend, Freddie Thorne- is what she heard him being called. She thought of Will- her William. Ronan wasn't the only one who lost a loved one to the Great War. She lost William too. She lost her brothers as well- none were the same, but at least they weren't dead.

It wasn't long when the Ramsey girl noticed the abundance of coppers ransacking the homes before her. She looked upon the scene in curiosity and shock- what the bloody hell were they doing? But the thought was quickly lost when she heard a door slam open downstairs.

Quickly, Eliza glanced at her sleeping boy once more before rushing down the stairs to see what the commotion was. A man with a grayish beard and cool eyes was talking heatedly with Agatha.

"Agatha, is there a problem here?" Eliza asked hesitantly, walking down the stairs and frowning once she saw the man talking to the inn keeper in a cool tone.

Agatha didn't even turn around, the woman never breaking eye contact with the man before her, "No dear. Inspector Campbell was just on his way out, weren't you, Inspector?"

"I am under order of the law to search the premises-"

"Well then the law can provide a warrant the next time you come around and try to bother my guests. Good day, Mr. Campbell." Agatha stated simply, her arms crossed.

"I-"

"I said good day, Mr. Campbell. Do not make me repeat myself," the elderly woman snapped. It seems her sharp tongue had an effect because not a moment later, the Inspector left with an irritated grunt.

"What was that about?" Eliza questioned in confusion.

"Nothing you need to worry yourself with, dear," Agatha stated with a smile before walking into the kitchen.