*****

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?”

shaky… Then, “They’re still about fifteen minutes apart. I didn’t want to

Oh, God…

you going into

It’s too early I

early? It’s way

know, Master. But,

stay calm. I’m just going

Calm…

Stay calm…

*****

a flask. “Hot coffee,” she says. “And

is going into

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

weeks. Mitch, there’s no way

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

*****

Michael

after a cautious moment, Klempner and I

walls and ceiling

take the chair recently occupied by Finchby, trying hard not to actually touch anything. “You'd think

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

but he must be worth plenty. What's the point in being

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

then a dance floor, various corridors... Each quarter displays

at its

chewing on his lower lip.

couples, triples and more;

clients know

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

barred and padlocked doors. Each door has a

doors say ‘cells’ to

keep them either working or locked up until

used to

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

the screen. “Michael, you know my past. I’m not going to spend every waking moment apologising for it. Now… shall we get

course, he’s

shifts

a corner of the screen, it’s

gorge rises. “Oh,

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