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?”

didn’t want to disturb you until I was sure, but… I am

Oh, God…

are you

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

It’s way too

But,

just going to talk to

Calm…

Stay calm…

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“And

is going

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

there’s no way I

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

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Michael

and Baxter exit, and after a cautious moment,

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

recently occupied by Finchby, trying hard not to actually touch

mutters Klempner. But he regards the hovel of a room, lip

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

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

looks like an entrance lobby, then a dance floor, various corridors... Each quarter displays a small insert:

at its own pace. “He’s got plenty

his lower lip. “Nothing from the

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

the clients know they're on

taps a fingernail at the screen. “Some of the City High and Mighty there.

barred and padlocked doors. Each door has a small viewing

doors say ‘cells’ to

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

used to supply

myself simply staring at him, leaning in, intent on

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

course, he’s

shifts once more…

there, in a corner of the screen,

rises. “Oh,

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