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?”

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

Oh, God…

are you going into

so, Master. It’s too early I know,

early? It’s

know, Master. But, I’m

just going to talk

Calm…

Stay calm…

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

Elizabeth is going into

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

Mitch, there’s no

Tell them you’re on your way with her. I’ll bring your car to the front, get the engine

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Michael

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

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

Finchby, trying hard not

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

but he must

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

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

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

his lower lip. “Nothing from the basement

of couples, triples and

if the clients know

a fingernail at the screen. “Some of the City High and Mighty there. Good blackmail

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

doors say ‘cells’ to

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

to

staring at him, leaning in, intent on

from the screen. “Michael, you know my past. I’m not going to spend every waking moment apologising for it. Now… shall we get on with the

course, he’s

image shifts once

there, in a corner of the screen,

rises. “Oh,

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