Thomas threw his whiskey bottle into the fire, watching the flames suddenly grow in a terrifying frame until they subsided again. He clutched his hair, restraining himself from doing the same to all the papers on his desk.

He had lost a lot of money at the races that weekend, his favorite horse had contracted a terrible disease and would likely have to be euthanized out of compassion, and his business with the Italians was going terribly wrong. He had lost some Peaky Blinders in a trap that morning, and not even all the whiskey