*****

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?

*****

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?”

still about fifteen minutes apart. I didn’t want to disturb you

Oh, God…

are you

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

It’s

know, Master. But, I’m pretty

I’m just

Calm…

Stay calm…

*****

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

Elizabeth is going into

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

Mitch, there’s no

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

*****

Michael

and after a cautious

cigarette smoke, the walls and ceiling

not to actually

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

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

me, watching the screen

lobby, then a dance floor, various corridors... Each quarter displays a small

try tapping the return, but the feed is unresponsive, moving at its own pace. “He’s

lip. “Nothing from the

of couples, triples and more; rooms where girls ‘entertain’ their clients. L4a, L4b,

clients know they're on camera?” I

screen. “Some of the City High and Mighty there. Good blackmail material if he ever has any problems

barred and padlocked doors. Each door has a

‘cells’

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

to

for words, finding myself simply staring at him,

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

course,

shifts once

a corner of the screen, it’s

gorge rises. “Oh,

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