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?”

“They’re still about fifteen minutes apart. I didn’t want to

Oh, God…

are you going into

too early I know, but

It’s way

know, Master. But, I’m pretty

stay calm. I’m just going to talk to

Calm…

Stay calm…

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in the kitchen, screwing the top onto a flask. “Hot coffee,” she says. “And I’ve packed

Elizabeth is going into

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

weeks. Mitch, there’s no way I

you can’t. Call your clinic. Tell them you’re on your way with her. I’ll bring your car to the front, get the engine turning

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Michael

cautious moment, Klempner and I enter

the walls and ceiling perhaps once white but now yellowed and draped with

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

are employed differently,” mutters Klempner. But he regards the hovel

laptop closer. “Okay, so he runs the women as prostitutes, but he

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

then a dance

the feed is unresponsive, moving at its

his lower lip. “Nothing from

couples, triples and more;

the clients know they're on

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

by a series of barred and padlocked doors. Each door

doors say ‘cells’ to me,” I

working or locked up

used to supply

staring at him, leaning in,

He doesn’t turn 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

of course,

shifts once

a corner of the screen,

gorge rises.

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