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?

I pass, where they can lurk in

Could be anywhere.

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

for the edge of the more reputable parts of town. As the name suggests, it consists of four blocks of houses and shops set around a central

The fountain, also floodlit,

now, I can think of one or two exceptions to that

for a moment I drop, hands resting on knees as I regain my

For what?

scanning

in the right

“James?”

Ross, but

did the message

aloud. “Corner

western side of the

Stupid… Stupid…

right. I’ll

James. Keep your

right, but I don’t need reminding

handsome red-bricks built on three

Still nothing.

and down, my breathing tightens again as

Doorways…

Store windows…

A mailbox…

Nothing…

would they make it

to bubble inside me. My watch

be watching

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