Tommy stared at the note, an echo of Alfie's telegram years earlier. No. Tommy thought to himself. It's not him. Tommy was confused. As far as the world knew Alfie was dead and loving it. He wouldn't leave his heaven in Margate and come back now.

Tommy put the bottle of rum in his briefcase, grabbed the card, and walked to his car. When he closed his car door he paused. This is a trap. He thought to himself. He looked in his rearview mirror and saw Grace just as he had after the death of Ben Younger. Tommy put his car in drive and accelerated to Victoria's.

Victoria's was a small but elegant club in 'no man's land'. The road dividing the Jew's territory and the Italian's broke off into a V, leaving one building in the middle with no claim to it. Tommy looked at the building hesitant. He had heard Mosely talk about this club, referring to it as a "hidden gem" and wondered if it was a test set up by him. But then Tommy thought of the note. Mosely wouldn't know that's what Alfie's telegram had said.

Finally, Tommy got out of his car and proceeded to the door. Walking in he examined the room. It was open with a large bar and tables around the sides and a dancefloor in the middle. There was gold trim and sleek black marble floors, accented by a large chandelier over the dancefloor. He surveyed the room, looking for a familiar face. Finding none, he walked to the bar and ordered an Irish whiskey. As the bartender made his glass, Tommy lit a cigarette and took a long drag. He turned to examine the crowd of faces as his drink was set beside him.

It was hard for Tommy to go anywhere unnoticed because of his title. However, not a face looked up at him, they were all too preoccupied with their own drinks and their own lives. Tommy found it refreshing to walk into a room and not have a crowd of individuals surround him, asking for handouts or giving him their stories. As he took a drink of his whiskey, he noticed a woman in her early thirties stand, her eyes on him. She walked toward him, her black dress swaying slightly at her knees.

She walked to the bar and stood beside him as he continued to survey the crowd looking for the man responsible for his post.

"Tommy Shelby, MP." She said as she put her empty glass on the bar for the bartender to refill.

Tommy said nothing, he stood staring straight ahead trying to decide if he wanted to get distracted with a woman while he was there for business.

"I see you got my note." She said as the bartender sat her glass in front of her and walked away.

Tommy looked at her, confusion evident in his eyes. She had cool brown hair that sat on her shoulders and brown eyes so dark they were almost black.

The corners of her deep red lips curled into a malicious grin and she said in her cockney accent, "What? Not what you expected?"

There was something familiar in the way she formed her words, but Tommy couldn't place it.

"Perhaps if I had a cock you wouldn't be so stunned and might actually form a sentence." She said as she turned to face the crowd, her lips pursed.

Tommy cleared his throat. "Thomas Jones?"

She released a small chuckle. "So, you are as smart as he says."

"Who?" Tommy asked as he turned his body toward her.

"Walk with me." She ordered and walked away, toward the back of the club.

Tommy took a large drink of his whiskey, sat the glass down, and followed at a distance readying himself for a trap. They walked through a black door and down a long hallway, turning the corner to find an exit. She walked out and to the left, leading toward the streets of Camden Town and Tommy paused.

With the recent events, he had avoided Camden Town at all costs. Most of the men were angry that they had faced jail time with nothing to show for it. He also knew to be seen in Camden by a follower of Mosely's cause or one of the Billy Boy's would have ill effects as well.

The woman crossed the street and entered a back alley, then turned to look at him. He remained behind the club in no-man's-land, staring at her. She gave a visible sigh of impatience and motioned to the alley for him to follow. Tommy shook his head slightly and exhaled a breath as he crossed the street, following her into the alley.

"Are you going to tell me who you are taking me to see? Or why he wants to see me?" Tommy asked.

"Well, 'he' is a 'she'. And that 'she' is me." She said. "and I want to decide for myself what side of this fight you're on."

"What fight?"

She stopped walking and stared up at him, her impatience returning. "Are you daft? The fight that left half the men battered and imprisoned." She shook her head as she began to walk again and muttered under her breath, "Fucking hell."

Tommy didn't move. He stood frozen on the spot knowing exactly who she sounded like when she spoke.

"What fucking now?" She asked as she turned and stomped back to him. He said nothing. "What is wrong with you? Fucking speak! I don't have all fucking night to play your little games."

"What is your name?"

She gave a low growl in the bottom of her throat. She had wanted the conversation to go differently, and only when she had decided she trusted him did she want to give him that information.

"Nora." She finally said, her lip twitching.

"Nora what?"

"Nora Solomons you thick…" She trailed off as she ran her fingers angrily through her hair. "Nora fucking Solomons. My brother is Alfie Solomons. Now. Can we walk, please?" She looked at him, her lips pursed and her eyes wide with irritation.

Tommy nodded and she turned, muttering under her breath, and lead them through the alleys arriving finally at Alfie's factory building.

Tommy looked around as Nora opened the door.

"Don't worry. They're not here." She said.

"Who?"

She gave an audible sigh. "Sooner or later you are going to have to come to terms with the fact that though I have breasts, I am not a fool. Your Scottish friends aren't watching the building."

He followed her in and down the familiar corridor. It was more scarce than when Tommy had been in it last, there was stills but no barrels yet.

"I don't have a problem with women in the workplace. Majority of the board of Shelby Company Limited are women." Tommy pointed out.

"Drink?" She asked.

"Yes."

Nora reached in the top right drawer of her desk and pulled out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. Unaware of himself, Tommy gave a small amused smile.

"Something funny?" She asked.

"The, uh, that drawer is where your brother kept his whiskey…. And his gun" Tommy said as he looked at her.

"Yes, I know." She responded as she reached back in the drawer and pulled out a smaller revolver than Alfie's had been. She looked at Tommy with a smirk before putting it back in its place and closing the drawer.

They eyed one another, Tommy examining her face. Her lips weren't as full as her brothers but close and she accentuated them with her lipstick and she had long eyelashes that nearly touched her eyebrows.

While he was lost in her features, she was examining his crystal blue eyes. Not out of admiration of their beauty but attempting to read him.

"You're a bit young to be Goliath's mother." Tommy pointed out as Nora put a cigarette between her lips.

"That is because I'm not." She said with a chuckle as she exhaled her smoke. "No, he belonged to Edith, our older sister."

Tommy nodded slowly, never breaking eye contact with her. "What do you want Miss Solomons?" he finally asked.

"Well, first of all, you'll call me Nora." She said as she leaned forward, ready to get to business. "And secondly I need to know if you set them up?"

"Who?" Tommy asked bewildered.

"The men."

"Why would I do that?"

"Perhaps you agree with Oswald Mosely. Perhaps you too want to rid the world of my people. Blame the Jews? I mean, you did shoot my brother." She said and she looked at him, a crease between her brows.

"Miss Solomons… Nora. I didn't set a trap for Alfie's men. I wanted to end this before it started. And I shot your brother because he left me no choice."

Nora exhaled a deep breath. "Mm. Well you did a horrible fucking job at it. Have you seen his face? I went to heaven, formerly known as Margate, and he's fucking blind in one eye. Honestly, if this is going to work you will have to get better at that."

Tommy chuckled and shook his head thinking about how alike Alfie and his sister were. When he looked back at her, her smile had vanished.

"I know what you are thinking. And Yes, e and my brother are alike in a lot of ways. Including the fact that we know something has to be done. We heard the stories my mum told us about Russia and why she fled. We can't sit by and let that happen here. But I am not like him in many other ways, which is why I am here, and he is not. Mosely declared war on our people when he started that fucking 'union'. My brother is dead and he is sick he can't physically do what needs to be done. It will kill him. I am willing to give up everything for this fight and Alfie wants me to work with you, but I need to you know have the strength to do that."

Tommy knew by the tone in her voice and the pleading in her eyes that she wasn't discussing physical strength.

"If you don't have the strength for it, I understand." She said nodding sympathetically at him. "I've heard the stories. I know majority of our men didn't come back from France, not really." She licked her bottom lip as she looked down and exhaled. "Just agree you wont try to stop me or get in my way….because I won't give you what you want."

"What I want?" Tommy echoed.

Nora tilted her head to the side, knowing he knew exactly what she meant.

"Don't make your decision lightly. Think about what you are capable of before you commit one way or the other." She said before she put her whiskey bottle in the drawer. "Now, fuck off." She said with a twinkle in her eyes.

Tommy stood and proceeded toward the door.

"Oh, Mr. Shelby." She said and he paused. "Only the residents of Camden know I am back. Until I decide to make my presence known I would appreciate your discretion, even with your family. I also can't have you coming to Camden, it is too dangerous for our mission."

"How will I tell you my decision?" he asked.

She smiled and replied, "When you decide, I'll know." and he left.