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

Oh, God…

are you going

Master. It’s too early I know, but

It’s way too

know, Master. But, I’m pretty

stay calm. I’m just going to

Calm…

Stay calm…

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coffee,” she says. “And I’ve packed sandwiches

is going

mouth. “She’s not

no way I can

your clinic. 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

a cautious moment, Klempner

air is stale, musty with cigarette smoke, the walls and ceiling perhaps once

chair recently occupied by Finchby, trying hard not to actually touch anything. “You'd think he

differently,” mutters Klempner. But he

so he runs the women as prostitutes, but he

nods but says nothing, simply pulling up the other seat by me, watching

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

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

chewing on his lower lip. “Nothing from the basement so far

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

the clients know they're on camera?”

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

lined by a series of barred and padlocked doors. Each door has a small

doors say ‘cells’ to me,”

“Yes… Finchby tends to keep them either working or locked up until

used to

words, finding myself simply staring at him, leaning

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

course, he’s

shifts once more…

corner of the screen, it’s

rises. “Oh,

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