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?”

groans, her breathing shaky… Then, “They’re still about fifteen minutes apart. I didn’t want to disturb you until I was sure, but… I

Oh, God…

you going

so, Master. It’s too

It’s way too

know, Master. But, I’m

I’m just going

Calm…

Stay calm…

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she says. “And I’ve packed sandwiches for you and…” Her voice trails off

is going into

“She’s

no way I

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

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Michael

and after a cautious

ceiling

trying hard not

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

he must be worth plenty. What's the point in being wealthy if you live like

simply pulling up the other seat by me, watching the

screen flicks between shots of what looks like an entrance lobby, then a dance floor,

moving at its own pace. “He’s got plenty of cameras

on his lower lip. “Nothing from the basement so far

to one room after another of couples, triples and more; rooms where girls ‘entertain’ their clients.

the clients know they're on camera?” I

and Mighty there. Good blackmail material if he ever has any problems

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

‘cells’ to

to keep them either working or locked up until he’s sure

used to

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

“Michael, you know my past. I’m not going to spend every waking moment apologising for it. Now… shall

course,

shifts once more…

a corner of the screen,

gorge rises. “Oh,

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