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?”

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

Oh, God…

are you

Master. It’s too early I

It’s

Master. But, I’m pretty

I’m just going

Calm…

Stay calm…

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

Elizabeth is going into

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

there’s no way I

with her. I’ll bring your car to the front, get the engine turning over,

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Michael

and after a cautious moment, Klempner

walls and ceiling perhaps once white but now yellowed and

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

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

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

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

entrance lobby, then a dance floor, various corridors... Each

at its own

slowly, chewing on his lower lip. “Nothing from the

one room after another of couples, triples

clients know

Mighty there. Good blackmail material if he ever has

barred and padlocked doors.

doors say ‘cells’ to me,”

to keep them either working or locked up

used to supply

words, finding myself simply staring

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 the task in

of course, he’s

shifts once more…

a corner of the

rises.

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