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?”

apart. I didn’t want to disturb you until I was

Oh, God…

are you

nods. “I think so, Master. It’s too early I know, but

It’s way too

But, I’m pretty

stay calm. I’m just going to talk to

Calm…

Stay calm…

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

Elizabeth is

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

Mitch, there’s no way

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

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Michael

and after a cautious moment, Klempner and I enter

with cigarette smoke, the walls and ceiling perhaps

Finchby, trying hard not to actually touch anything. “You'd

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

“Okay, so he runs the women as prostitutes, but he must be worth plenty. What's the point in being wealthy if

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

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

feed is unresponsive, moving at its own pace. “He’s got

lip. “Nothing from

couples, triples and more; rooms where girls

know they're on camera?” I

of the City High and Mighty there.

a series of barred and padlocked doors. Each

doors say ‘cells’

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

to

myself simply staring at him,

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 waking moment apologising for it. Now… shall we get

course,

image shifts

there, in a corner of

rises.

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