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 disturb you until I was sure, but…

Oh, God…

you going into

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

early? It’s

Master. But, I’m pretty

just

Calm…

Stay calm…

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

Elizabeth is going

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

Mitch, there’s no way I

Call your clinic. Tell them you’re on your way with her. I’ll bring your car to the front, get the engine turning over, then it’s warm when you

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Michael

after a cautious moment,

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

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

mutters Klempner. But he regards the

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

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

then a dance floor, various corridors... Each quarter displays

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

lower lip. “Nothing from the

of couples, triples and more;

know they're

High and Mighty there. Good blackmail material

flickers again: a corridor lined by a series of barred and

say ‘cells’ to me,” I

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

to supply

for words, finding myself simply staring at him,

“Michael, you know my past. I’m not going to spend every waking moment apologising for

of course,

shifts

corner of the

rises. “Oh,

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