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?”

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

Oh, God…

are you going into

Master. It’s too early I know, but

It’s way too

But, I’m

calm. I’m just going to

Calm…

Stay calm…

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a flask. “Hot coffee,” she says. “And I’ve packed sandwiches for you and…” Her voice

think Elizabeth is

mouth. “She’s

Mitch, there’s no way I can leave

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

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Michael

and after a cautious moment, Klempner

is stale, musty with cigarette smoke, the walls and ceiling perhaps

recently occupied by Finchby, trying hard not to actually touch anything. “You'd think he could

employed differently,” mutters Klempner. But he regards the hovel of

women as prostitutes, but he must be worth

simply pulling up the other seat by me, watching the screen with

flicks between shots of what looks like an entrance lobby, then a dance floor, various corridors... Each quarter displays a small insert: L2

try tapping the return, but the feed is unresponsive, moving at its

lower lip. “Nothing from the basement so

of couples, triples and more;

clients know they're on

City High and Mighty there. Good blackmail material if he ever

a series of barred and padlocked doors. Each door has a small viewing

say ‘cells’ to me,” I

working or locked up until he’s sure he has them under

to

lost for words, finding myself simply staring at him, leaning in,

I’m not going to spend every waking moment apologising for it. Now… shall we get on

of course, he’s

image shifts once

in a corner

rises.

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