Hot Revenge Box Set 2
Chapter 4
*****
Michael
Removing two dozen slates makes a gap comfortably big enough to take a man and incidentally exposes the timbers. There’s no question of how to anchor the rope this time.
“You realise we’re probably invalidating Finchby’s building insurance.”
Klempner whistles in. “What a shame.” We peer down into Stygian darkness. “How far down you think? Twenty-five… Thirty feet?”
“It can’t be more than that if the windows outside are anything to go by.”
This time on the rope, I'm much more in control.
It’s a straightforward climb down, the rope snagged by hand, thighs and crooked around one foot, and my body mass working for me rather than against, hand over hand, I descend into gloom. As my feet touch floor, the slight noise reverbs with the feel of a large empty space.
Blind-sighted in the darkness, the faint lines of external light seep through eaves.
Almost as I land, the rope shivers in my hand as Klempner also descends, coming at speed and I step smartly to one side as I realise he's all but on top of me.
He lands lightly. “Can't believe it's all going to be this easy.”
The air smells, not exactly stale, but unused. Revolving through three-sixty, the only light is the faintest of gleams, a fine line marking the eaves.
Also from above, a slight rustling…
Roosting birds?
From below, the floor vibrates to the bass thump of overloud music.
“Still got Beethoven’s Fifth Racket playing,” mutters Klempner from the gloom beside me.
“Useful for us though. He’ll not hear us coming with that going on.”
“Too right. I think we can risk a little light.”
With a click, the narrow beam of an LED flashlight cuts through the air, producing a startled flapping from above. To one side of us, the cracked plaster and paint of a wall, the beam painting threads and dots of light over webs and dust. But as the beam swings, it illuminates receding plaster then vanishes into darkness.
“A single open space?”
“It is a warehouse. Or was.”
Klempner gestures with the light. “That way is the front of the building, the main entrance and stairwell.” He swings the beam the opposite way. “So, let's follow the wall that way and see if we can find another stairwell. A place this size must have more than one.”
The torchlight aimed at the floor, we follow the line of the wall, stepping over the remains of ancient birds’ nests and small heaped cones of guano.
Almost immediately we come to a plain timber door; no lock, no complications beyond the weavings of the local spiders over the handle. On the wall beside it, a metal plaque in what might be brass under the patina. 'C-Bay'.
The handle resists turning, but only with the groan of long disuse. And the hinges complain as the door swings slowly open to reveal a small room beyond...
… then stepping through, stairs leading both up and down.
Klempner aims the torch upwards. “Presumably our roof access door is at the top. Wait here. I'll check. If we need to make a fast exit that way, it'll be nice to know what's there.”
He disappears up into shadow, the sound of his booted feet surprising quiet. For a tall man, he walks lightly. From downstairs, the bass thump is louder.
Klempner descends again. “It can be opened from the inside.
out his weapon, a
you ask me to bring the axe? It's not exactly a common assault
axe…” His voice turns dry… “… and I know what
I supposed to apologise? You’d sent them after Charlotte. It was December. We had to escape
know that.” He slides to a half-smile, looking sheepish. “Sorry about
be a
you’ve come
day? And here we are, you and
“There's irony for you. Let's head down.
*****
landing; stairs up, stairs down, and a
to his lips… “Listen.”
some distance away, just audible over the thumping of the music,
the corridor, then moving quietly,
along behind, axe in hand, ready to swing.
“I think we’re
there’s likely to be people
Normally I’d
office got
think. I was never in there, but he’d send
louder. As we turn into a door, abruptly, we must be all but on top
predicted, we’re in a small kitchen area. The scent of garbage competes with stale tobacco. Flies hum over an overflowing trash can, crawling over a slick
biscuits lies open, spilt crumbs being investigated by bottle-green buzzers. A half-empty jar of coffee is about the
the trash, his Adam’s apple working as he recoils from a large bluebottle strafing
mutter. “You'd think the City authorities would shut him down for something. Poisoning his clients
a brow at me “You only need one or two of the great and good in your pocket to get past that kind of
“As you would know.”
is unabashed. “Yes. As I would
where we entered. The
“You've done well, Lena…”
the question on my
whines. “You are going to pay
We
the door, inching around to see. After a second, he motions me to
of cheap whiskey sits beside an empty tumbler. An open laptop casts a glow brighter than the daylight which struggles through a barred window
overflowing ashtray, extracts a cigarette from a packet then offers one to the pregnant woman sitting opposite. She
on the video footage, watching James and Charlotte at
you are, Lena. Five thousand, like we agreed. You can start again, just as you wanted. New start.
and both Klempner and I jerk away
was driving for Klempner when we were rescuing
Ben…
at my cheeks then morphs to a chill
myself to kill my brother. Klempner did what he
he’s doing it
on the rent for a nice place. Get yourself some decent furniture, decorate.
chin lifts. “Got
He displays yellow
flower shop.
the background, Baxter raises a brow. Finchby notices but
Lena. You see… It's all going your way now. And
leans forward. “You
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