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?”

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

Oh, God…

are you

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

It’s way too

know, Master. But, I’m

calm. I’m just going

Calm…

Stay calm…

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

is going

“She’s not due for another… what,

there’s no way I can

your way with her. I’ll bring

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Michael

exit, and after a cautious moment, Klempner and I enter

air is stale, musty with cigarette smoke, the walls and ceiling perhaps once white but now yellowed and

not to actually touch anything. “You'd think he could afford

staff are employed differently,” mutters Klempner. But he regards the hovel of a room, lip

women as prostitutes, but he must

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

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

return, but the feed is unresponsive, moving at its

nods slowly, chewing on his lower lip.

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

know they're on

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

barred and padlocked doors. Each door has a small

say ‘cells’ to me,”

agreement. “Yes… Finchby tends to keep them either working or locked up until he’s sure

to

lost for words, finding myself simply staring at him, leaning in,

screen. “Michael, you know my past. I’m not going to spend every

of course, he’s

image shifts once more…

there, in a corner of

gorge rises.

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