TOMMY WALKED BACK TOWARD THE HOUSE,  "He's back" Ada said, peeking through the curtain. "He's been out there all night" Micheal said.

"Every night since the funeral" Ada added. "Comes back in the morning to see Charles and feed the horses and when it gets dark he goes off again"

"How's Karl" she looked back Ada. "He's asks for his mum at night." she stepped toward the table. "Tommy made a list he wants to see you two first"

"What about John, Arthur?"

The door slammed and Tommy stormed through without saying anything.

-

"How are the books" Tom asked, looking at a piece of paper. "Unaffected" Pol said. "Up slightly" Micheal nodded.

"There's also been a threefold increase in donations to the Shelby Foundation charity" Micheal said. "The councillor suggested naming the new school The Grace Shelby Institute"

Tommy put out his cigarette. "Tell the council the name Grace Shelby Institute is acceptable to us"

Micheal and Polly shared a glance.

"This is a list on the other things i want doing" He handed Polly a piece of paper. "That's all"

Micheal cleared his thought and stood.

"Tommy" Pol said. "That's all, Pol"

She shook her head and left the room.

John and Arthur looked at Polly. "Right, let's go" Arthur groaned, getting up from the chair. "We've already seen him" Polly told them.

Arthur looked at Ada. "He wanted to see people in a particular order" she said.

"I can normally ready him but he's difficult to read, so be careful" Pol nodded.

John kept his eyes on Arthur.

"I thought it was a fucking family meeting" he said. "All of us together, i thought"

"John, he's grieving" Polly placed a hand on John's shoulder. "To see everyone together would be too much"

"Yeah, well, come on John"

"There he is" Arthur said hesitantly, walking inside. "Hi, Tom"

"Hello, Boys"

"We didn't get a chance to see you after the funeral" Arthur said, "well you disappeared on us, but, well, me and John, just wanna say that-"

"Arthur shut up" Tom cut him off.

"All right"

"Talk to me" Tommy said, moving away from the desk. "We got to Angel at the hospital where he laid and cut his throat" Arthur said quietly. "He's dead"

"Cleared out the rest of the Italians out the south of the city."

"They mostly went to the Black Country but we told Betty Kitchens to keep her moving" John interrupted.

"And Betty sends her condolences"

"What about the old man?" Tommy asked. "We interrogated his boys"

"Yeah he went to Liverpool" John added. "He's waiting for an Immigrant ship to New York"

"When?"

"Berthed Ship sails Saturday"

"All right, i have contacts, people in Cunard and Liverpool. They'll have passenger lists, they can get you into the point of departure. You pick him up, and you bring him to me. Who's he got travelling with him"

"His wife" Arthur said quietly, looking down. "What?"

"His wife" he said louder. "So shoot her and bring him to me" Tommy shrugged. John looked at Arthur. "Tommy Mrs Changretta was a teacher at our school"

"She's a good woman, Tom, a good woman"

Tommy nodded. "Well if she's a good woman then she'll go to heaven, eh, Arthur?"

"Just do what's on the list, nothing else. Then burn it. Don't speak in the phones, the secret service is listening"

"I want the old man alive, i want to do it myself"

Both Arthur and John had regret on their faces. "Come on John"

"Tommy if you haven't got a bird here, you're gonna have to tell us something."

"Ask Polly"

"Not Micheal?" John asked. "What?" Tommy frowned. "Not Michael, no?"

"No not Micheal no. He deals with legitimate business"

"You saw him before us" John reminded him. "John not now" Arthur said. "Wait, what did you say" Tom asked him. "You saw Micheal, before us" He raised his voice. "Fucks sake John"

"Because, John, legitimate business is the priority."

"Since when?" he shouted. "Since my fucking wife took a bullet, meant for me" he shouted, pointed at John.

"Oh yeah, okay. So secret service, secret fucking service. Blah blah blah but you don't tell us shit" John said. "We're a couple of fucking toy soldiers, do this john, do that. Kill your fucking teacher John"

"This is how it's gonna be. All right, listen to me. There's going to be a little war in a little place that no one gives a fuck about" Tommy said, "and the side that is gonna lose needs a bit of help and they're willing to pay"

"When that business is done, legitimate business is the priority, now do what's on the list and fuck off"

John left the office.

-

"The thing is, we all naturally came in here, where the servants eat" Ada said, referring to where they were seated. "It's nothing to do with politics either, it's fucking freezing in the big room" John says.

"John, mind your language in front of Karl" Polly warned. "Ada we're in the servants quarters, because it's where the fucking booze is kept" Arthur laughed.

John patted his shoulder.

"Arthur find better words"

"When my wife's drunk she can't speak fucking English." he laughed. "John" Polly scolded again. Micheal entered the kitchen and Johns mood dropped.

"You dealt with it?" Pol asked him. "Incentives, no threats" he said. "Implied consequences without specific referent to physical harm"

"That's why your Michael is the boss" Arthur nodded. "He's knows better words, right, Pol?"

"Since when was i your boss Arthur?"

"First the boss meets you then the workers meet you" John said.

"When did either of you two do a days work" Finn asked earning a laugh out of Ada.

"In the old days, Finn, family meetings used to be all of us together"

"Arthur shut up" Ada said. "Now me and John, we're just fucking bin men whose duty it is to obey" he mocked. "Arthur shut up, Finn go and get us cigars" Polly pointed.

Micheal cleared his throat. "I have somewhere to be," he told them, picking up his suit jacket.

"Yeah, going to fuck that Lady aren't you Micheal" Arthur shouted after him.

Micheal ignored him.

"Who, what lady?" Polly raised her eyebrows.

"Lady Williams," Arthur teased, raising his eyebrows.

"Arthur," Micheal huffed, "I have not fucked her, and even if i had, it is none of your business." He said angrily.

John whistled at Micheal's tone and crossed his arms.

-

Micheal leaned back in his chair, sipping from the whiskey glass whilst Rosalie poured herself a glass of gin.

"Tommy is naming the new school The Grace Shelby institute," he told her, starting a conversation. She hummed, placing the bottle down andtaking a seat opposite him.

"I'll make a donation, it's an institute for orphaned children, yes?"

"It is,"

"Then i'll have a check sent over to Thomas' house as quick as i can. When is the opening? Perhaps i can make a brief appearance" she suggested.

Micheal and Rosalie's meet-ups were becoming more frequent as time went on. Rosalie thought of the boy more and more as she learnt about him.