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

Oh, God…

are you going into

It’s too

early? It’s

know, Master. But, I’m pretty

I’m just going to talk to

Calm…

Stay calm…

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find Mitch in the kitchen, screwing the top onto a flask. “Hot coffee,” she says. “And I’ve packed sandwiches for you and…” Her voice trails

think Elizabeth is

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

Mitch, there’s no

Tell them you’re on your way with her. I’ll bring your car to the front, get the engine turning over, then it’s

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Michael

and Baxter exit, and after a cautious moment,

and ceiling perhaps once white but now yellowed and

trying hard not to actually touch anything. “You'd think he could afford a

Klempner. But he regards the hovel of a room,

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

nods but says nothing, simply pulling up the other seat by me, watching the

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

at its own pace. “He’s got plenty of cameras

chewing on his lower lip. “Nothing from the basement so far

one room after another of couples, triples and more; rooms where girls ‘entertain’ their clients.

know they're on camera?” I

fingernail at the screen. “Some of the City High and Mighty there. Good blackmail

of barred

doors say ‘cells’ to

agreement. “Yes… Finchby tends to keep them either working or locked up

to

finding myself simply staring at him, leaning in, intent

realises I’m watching him. He doesn’t turn from the screen. “Michael, you know my past. I’m not

of course,

image shifts once more…

a corner of the screen,

gorge rises.

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