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?”

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

Oh, God…

you

It’s too early I

It’s

Master. But, I’m

stay calm. I’m just going to

Calm…

Stay calm…

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

think Elizabeth is

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

there’s no way I can

course, you can’t. Call your clinic. Tell them you’re on your way with her. I’ll bring your car to

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Michael

exit, and after a cautious moment, Klempner and

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

trying hard not to actually

he regards the hovel of a

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

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

of what looks like an entrance lobby, then a dance floor, various corridors... Each

moving at its

chewing on his lower lip. “Nothing

one room after another of couples, triples and more; rooms where girls ‘entertain’ their clients.

know they're on camera?”

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

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

say ‘cells’ to me,” I

to keep them either working or locked up until he’s sure he has

used to supply

myself simply staring at him, leaning

turn from the screen. “Michael, you know my past. I’m

of course, he’s

shifts once more…

in a corner of the

rises.

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