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?”

apart. I didn’t want to disturb you until I was sure,

Oh, God…

you going

It’s too early I know,

It’s way

know, Master. But, I’m pretty

stay calm. I’m just going to

Calm…

Stay calm…

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

Elizabeth is

hand to her mouth. “She’s not

weeks. Mitch, there’s no way I can

them you’re on your way with her. I’ll bring your car to

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Michael

and Baxter exit, and after a cautious moment,

ceiling perhaps once white but now yellowed and draped with dusty

the chair recently occupied by Finchby, trying hard not to actually

mutters Klempner. But he regards the hovel

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

simply pulling up the other seat by me,

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

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

lower lip.

shift to one room after another of couples, triples and more; rooms where girls ‘entertain’ their clients. L4a,

clients know they're on

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

of barred and padlocked doors.

doors say ‘cells’ to me,”

to keep them either working or locked

to supply

lost for words, finding myself simply staring at him,

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

of course,

image shifts once more…

in a corner

rises. “Oh,

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