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?”

I didn’t want to disturb you until I

Oh, God…

you going

“I think so, Master. It’s too early I

early? It’s way

Master. But,

stay calm. I’m just going to

Calm…

Stay calm…

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kitchen, screwing the top onto a flask. “Hot coffee,” she says. “And I’ve packed sandwiches for you and…” Her

think Elizabeth is going into

hand to her mouth. “She’s not due for

Mitch, there’s no

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 set

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Michael

exit, and after a cautious moment, Klempner and

cigarette smoke, the walls and ceiling perhaps once white but now yellowed and draped

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

differently,” mutters Klempner. But he regards

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

simply pulling up the other seat by me, watching the screen with half an eye,

lobby, then a dance floor,

moving at

lip. “Nothing from the basement so far

to one room after another of couples, triples and more; rooms where

the clients know

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

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

‘cells’ to

agreement. “Yes… Finchby tends to keep them either working or locked up until he’s

to

for words, finding myself simply staring at him, leaning in, intent on the

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

course, he’s

shifts once more…

corner of

rises. “Oh,

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