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

Oh, God…

you going

too

It’s way

know, Master. But,

stay calm. I’m just going to talk to

Calm…

Stay calm…

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

think Elizabeth is

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

weeks. Mitch, there’s no way

bring your car to the front, get the engine turning over, then it’s

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Michael

after a cautious moment, Klempner and I enter the

smoke, the walls and ceiling perhaps once white but now yellowed and draped

hard not to actually touch anything.

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

the women as prostitutes, but he must

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

screen flicks between shots of what looks like an entrance lobby, then a dance floor, various

is unresponsive, moving at its own pace. “He’s got plenty of cameras around the

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

after another of couples, triples and more; rooms where girls ‘entertain’

if 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

‘cells’ to me,”

them either working

to supply

lost for words, finding myself simply staring at him, leaning in,

I’m not going to spend every waking moment apologising for it. Now… shall we get

course,

shifts

there, in a corner of the screen,

rises. “Oh,

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