Hot Revenge Box Set 2

Chapter 5

 

James

Despite the cold, my heated face streams sweat which soaks down my neck and into my clothes.

Slow down, Man…

You can’t sprint for a mile…

I drop to a trot and my heartbeat decelerates to something more sustainable. The banging behind my ears subsides.

Don’t panic…

The kidnappers may say Don’t be late, but their priority is the money.

Irony slaps me around the cheeks. Here I am, in an area I wouldn’t normally consider walking at night, certainly not alone. And I’m running through it, toting a bag containing a cool million in cash.

The steady rhythm of my jogging sets a metronome ticking in my head, clearing my thoughts.

How fast is a jog?

Six miles an hour?

So, I should cover my mile in the ten minutes I have.

Calm down…

Nonetheless, I find myself counting paces; eating up distance with each one…

They must be watching me…

Where are they watching from?

A parked car?

they can lurk in

Could be anywhere.

Moorings… A series of berths alongside the river. Once an attractive place for pleasure boats

at the far end from me; an attractive name for the edge of the more reputable parts of town. As

trees, up-lit by floodlights set in grassy lawns. The fountain, also floodlit, dances and

of one or two exceptions

I drop, hands resting on knees as

For what?

pace, scanning my

I in the right

“James?”

but I

did the

note, reading aloud. “Corner of Birch

the western side of

Stupid… Stupid…

right. I’ll

Keep your thinking

reply. He’s right, but I don’t need reminding

red-bricks built on three stories

Still nothing.

and down, my breathing tightens again as

Doorways…

Store windows…

A mailbox…

Nothing…

make it

begins to bubble inside me. My watch tells me I’m

be

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