Once again Thomas Shelby was in Alfie's office. He needed help and Alfie had agreed to provide it. He needed the blueprints for a building, and Alfie seemed to be the only one who could get his hands on them.

Tommy eyes the papers on the desk in front of Alfie. The fireplace behind him made the room seem warm and comforting. The crackling fire cast dancing shadows across the wooden furniture, and the faint smell of pipe tobacco hung in the air.

But Tommy knew Alfie was anything but comforting. There was always a threat beneath his words, a hidden agenda behind his seemingly helpful demeanor. The ticking of an old clock on the wall marked the passing seconds as Tommy waited for Alfie to make his move.