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?”

I didn’t want to disturb you

Oh, God…

are you

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

early? It’s way

But,

I’m just going to talk to

Calm…

Stay calm…

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

is going

to her mouth. “She’s

weeks. Mitch, there’s no way

bring your car to the front, get the engine turning over, then it’s

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Michael

a cautious moment, Klempner and I enter the

ceiling perhaps once white but now yellowed and

trying hard not to actually touch anything.

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

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

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

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

return, but the feed is unresponsive, moving at its own pace. “He’s got plenty of cameras around the

lower lip. “Nothing from

of couples, triples and more; rooms where girls ‘entertain’

know they're on

and Mighty there.

again: a corridor lined by a series of barred and

say ‘cells’

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

to supply

staring at him, leaning in, intent on

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

course, he’s

shifts once more…

there, in a corner of the screen, it’s

rises. “Oh,

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