Hot Revenge Box Set 2

Chapter 6

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Richard

My mobile rings. I snatch it up. “Yes, Ross?”

“I've lost contact with James. They've made him leave the phone behind when they sent him on the next leg…”

Fuck…

How do we help him now?

“… And the earpiece. And…” Ross’ voice is shaky… “Richard... They… the kidnappers I mean… they spoke to me via the connection. I recorded it all. I'm playing it back to you.”

Klempner. You know who this is.

Just like you to let this tired old bastard run the gauntlet. But that's just you all over isn't it. Letting someone else take the heat.

We'll have the money very shortly. And believe me, it had better be all the money in that bag. But the deal’s not sealed until we have you too. Until then, that darling daughter of yours is going nowhere.

The voice snaps off. There’s a moment’s hiss then Ross speaks again. “Richard, what do you want me to do? Should I call the police?”

“No… don’t do that. If they think the police are involved, they’ll almost certainly murder Charlotte… and her baby… before Michael and Klempner can get to her.”

“What then?”

What indeed?

Should I go?

Leave Mitch to look after Elizabeth?

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How do I tell her this?

Wearily, I climb the stairs to find my sleeping wife.

But she’s not sleeping. “Elizabeth… There’s been a development. Ross has…” I stop, mid-sentence. “Elizabeth?”

From the pillow, she stares up at me, wide-eyed. “I’m sorry, Master…”

“Sorry? Elizabeth, what’s wrong?”

her breathing shaky… Then, “They’re still about fifteen minutes apart. I didn’t want to disturb

Oh, God…

you going

too early I know, but I

early? It’s

But, I’m pretty

calm. I’m just going to talk to

Calm…

Stay calm…

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kitchen, screwing the top onto a flask. “Hot coffee,” she says. “And I’ve packed sandwiches for you

think Elizabeth is going

raises a hand to her mouth. “She’s

no way

I’ll bring your car

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Michael

and after a cautious moment, Klempner

the walls and ceiling perhaps once

recently occupied by Finchby, trying hard not to

Klempner. But he

as prostitutes, but he must be

says nothing, simply pulling up the other seat by me,

of what looks like an entrance lobby, then a dance floor, various corridors... Each quarter

the feed is unresponsive, moving at its own pace. “He’s got plenty of cameras

on his lower lip.

after another of couples, triples and more; rooms

the clients know they're on camera?” I

and Mighty there. Good blackmail material if

lined by a series of barred and padlocked doors. Each door has

say ‘cells’ to

grunts agreement. “Yes… Finchby tends to keep them either working or locked up until he’s sure he

to

for words, finding myself simply staring at him, leaning in, intent on

I’m watching him. He doesn’t turn from the screen. “Michael, you know my past. I’m not going to spend every waking moment apologising

course, he’s

shifts

corner of the screen, it’s

gorge rises. “Oh,

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