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 until I

Oh, God…

you going

It’s too early I

early? It’s way too

Master. But,

calm. I’m just

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

Elizabeth is going

mouth. “She’s not due for another… what,

there’s no way

with her. I’ll bring your car to the front, get the

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Michael

exit, and after a cautious moment,

smoke, the walls and ceiling perhaps once white but now yellowed

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

he regards the hovel of a room,

he runs the women as prostitutes, but he must be worth plenty. What's the point in being wealthy if you live like

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

what looks like an entrance lobby, then a dance floor, various

try tapping the return, but the feed is unresponsive, moving at its own pace.

on his lower lip. “Nothing from the

after another of couples, triples and

the clients know

“Some of the City High and Mighty there.

view flickers again: a corridor lined by a series of barred

say ‘cells’ to me,” I

working or locked up

used to supply

simply staring at him,

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

of course, he’s

shifts once more…

there, in a corner of the

gorge rises. “Oh,

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