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?”

still about fifteen minutes apart. I didn’t want to disturb you until I was sure, but…

Oh, God…

are you

“I think so, Master. It’s too early

It’s

But, I’m pretty

stay calm. I’m just going to

Calm…

Stay calm…

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

is going

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

weeks. Mitch, there’s no way I

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

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Michael

a cautious moment, Klempner and I enter

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

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

mutters Klempner. But he regards the

“Okay, so he runs the women as prostitutes, but he must be

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

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

moving at its own pace.

lip. “Nothing from the

to one room after another of couples, triples

the clients know

the City High and Mighty there. Good blackmail material if

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

‘cells’ to

tends to keep them either working

to supply

for words, finding myself simply staring at him, leaning

you know my past. I’m not going to spend every waking moment apologising for it. Now… shall we get on with the task

course, he’s

shifts once

in a corner of

rises.

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