𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄 | ❝ I'm with the Shelby's, you lot are always in trouble. ❞
━ IN WHICH Sylvette Taylor returns home after nearly twenty years to find a shell in place of her best friend. Or, alternatively, Sylvette Taylor pays the p...
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"I hired Grace as my accountant..." Tom murmured and Sylvia raised her eyebrows.
"Why're you telling me?" She sounded unaffected and it nearly made Tommy smile.
He shrugged, "Your opinion matters to me." Sylvia snorted at that and shook her head at Tom. "Do you suppose it was a good choice?" Tom asked, seeking Sylvia's eyes in the dark.
It was her turn to shrug her shoulders, "Depends... maybe if you make her think she's gained your trust, then you'll be able to figure out what she's hiding." Tom's eyebrows shot down on his forehead and Sylvia gave him the most unimpressed look she could garner, "You think she's up to no good, but haven't a clue as to what?"
"You're far too smart to not have a theory or two!" She exclaimed and gently patted his chest. They laid on his bed, Sylvia draped over him with Tom's arm around her shoulder. He gave her his typical silent question look, Sylvia sighed. "Just– don't laugh, okay? I feel like an idiot enough as it is."
Tom rolled his eyes, "Come on Ms. Abigal Duggan, tell us your theory!" His tone was teasing but Sylvia just closed her eyes for a moment.
"My... theory, or itch... my fuckin' intuition– whatever you want to call it –is telling me she's with that copper. That bloke from Belfast... I don't know why it came to mind... but it was when she let Kimber do that... when she just stood there, like it didn't matter because I'm in cahoots with Thomas Shelby, a criminal. And the look in her eyes when she knew she fucked up. I would say it was satisfying but I wish you let me kill Kimber."
Sylvia spoke quickly as though she was being hurried. But really it was just her anxiety of Tom finding her theory to be absolutely batshit crazy and telling her that 'Grace would never do that'... To her surprise, Tom seemed to contemplate the theory. He was silent for a while before cracking a small smile, "30 quid says you're right?"
"Deal, Mr. Shelby." They both spat in their hands and shook on it, the deal sealed.
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