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?”

didn’t

Oh, God…

are you

Master. It’s too early I know,

It’s

know, Master. But, I’m

calm. I’m just going to talk

Calm…

Stay calm…

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find Mitch in the kitchen, screwing the top onto a flask. “Hot coffee,” she says. “And I’ve packed sandwiches for you and…” Her voice trails off as she sees

Elizabeth is going

a hand to her mouth. “She’s not due for another…

no way I can leave

you’re on your way with her. I’ll bring your car to the front,

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Michael

and after a cautious moment, Klempner and I

ceiling perhaps once white

take the chair recently occupied by Finchby, trying hard not to

But he regards the hovel of a room, lip

closer. “Okay, so he runs the women as prostitutes, but he

other seat by me, watching the screen with half an eye, the door with

what looks like an entrance lobby, then a dance floor,

but the feed is unresponsive, moving at its own pace.

nods slowly, chewing on his lower lip. “Nothing from the basement so far

one room after another of couples, triples and more;

the clients know they're on camera?” I

at the screen. “Some of the City High and Mighty

series of barred and padlocked doors. Each door has a

‘cells’ to me,”

“Yes… Finchby tends to keep them either working or locked up

used to

myself simply staring at him, leaning in,

you know my past. I’m not going

course,

image shifts once

a corner

rises.

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