Hot Revenge Box Set 2

Chapter 6

*****

 

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?”

Then, “They’re still about fifteen minutes apart. I didn’t want to disturb you until I was sure, but… I am

Oh, God…

you going

Master. It’s too early I know, but I think

early? It’s

Master. But,

calm. I’m just going

Calm…

Stay calm…

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

think Elizabeth is

her mouth. “She’s not due for

no way I

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

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Michael

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

and ceiling perhaps once white but

occupied by Finchby, trying hard not to

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

he runs the women as prostitutes, but he must be worth plenty. What's the

says nothing, simply pulling up the other seat by me, watching the screen with half an eye, the door with the

an entrance lobby, then a dance floor, various

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

lip.

another of couples, triples and more; rooms

the clients know they're on camera?”

Mighty there.

view flickers again: a corridor lined by a series of barred and padlocked doors. Each door

‘cells’ to

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

to supply

staring at him,

watching him. He doesn’t turn from the screen. “Michael, you know my past. I’m not going

of course,

shifts once more…

there, in a corner of the screen, it’s

rises.

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