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

Oh, God…

are you

think so, Master. It’s too

It’s way too

Master. But, I’m pretty

calm. I’m just going to talk to

Calm…

Stay calm…

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

think Elizabeth is going into

“She’s not due for another… what, ten

weeks. Mitch, there’s no way I can

on your way with her. I’ll bring your car to the front, get the engine turning over, then it’s warm when you

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Michael

exit, and after a cautious moment,

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

differently,” mutters Klempner. But he regards the hovel

as prostitutes, but he must be

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

quartered screen flicks between shots of what looks like an entrance lobby, then a dance floor, various corridors... Each quarter displays a

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

nods slowly, chewing on his lower lip. “Nothing

triples and more; rooms where girls ‘entertain’ their clients. L4a,

the clients know

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

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

say ‘cells’ to me,” I

agreement. “Yes… Finchby tends to keep them either working or

used to supply

simply staring at him, leaning in, intent on the

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

course, he’s

image shifts once

corner

rises. “Oh,

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