*****

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?

*****

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?”

still about fifteen minutes apart. I didn’t want to disturb you

Oh, God…

are you

Master. It’s too

It’s way

But, I’m pretty

I’m just going to talk to

Calm…

Stay calm…

*****

find Mitch in the kitchen, screwing the top onto a flask. “Hot coffee,” she says. “And I’ve

is

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

Mitch, there’s no way

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

*****

Michael

and Baxter exit, and after a cautious moment, Klempner

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

occupied by Finchby, trying hard not to actually touch

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

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

the other seat by me, watching the screen with half an

a dance floor, various corridors... Each

is unresponsive, moving at its own pace. “He’s

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

after another of couples, triples and more; rooms where

the clients know they're on camera?”

at the screen. “Some of the City High and Mighty there. Good blackmail material if he ever

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

doors say ‘cells’ to me,”

them either working or

used to

myself simply staring at him, leaning in, intent

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

of course,

shifts once

a corner of the

gorge rises.

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