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?”

Then, “They’re still about fifteen minutes apart. I didn’t want

Oh, God…

are you going into

think so, Master. It’s too early

It’s way

know, Master. But,

I’m just going to talk to

Calm…

Stay calm…

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coffee,” she says. “And I’ve packed sandwiches for you and…” Her voice trails off as she sees my face.

think Elizabeth is going into

mouth. “She’s not

Mitch, there’s no way I can

you can’t. Call your clinic. Tell them you’re on your way with her. I’ll bring your car to the front, get

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Michael

exit, and after a cautious moment, Klempner

with cigarette smoke, the walls and ceiling perhaps once

take the chair recently occupied by Finchby, trying hard not to actually touch anything. “You'd

Klempner. But he regards the hovel of a

he runs the women as prostitutes, but he must be worth plenty. What's the point

nothing, simply pulling up the other seat by me, watching the screen with

a dance floor, various corridors... Each quarter displays a small insert: L2

the feed is unresponsive, moving at

lip. “Nothing from the

room after another of couples, triples and more; rooms where girls

the clients know they're on camera?”

a fingernail at the screen. “Some of the City High and Mighty there. Good blackmail material if he ever has any problems

flickers again: a corridor lined by a series of barred and padlocked doors. Each door has a small viewing window.

‘cells’

either working

used to

finding myself simply staring at him, leaning in,

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

of course, he’s

shifts

a corner

rises. “Oh,

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