*****

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?”

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

Oh, God…

you

“I think so, Master. It’s too early I know, but I

early? It’s

But, I’m pretty

calm. I’m just going to

Calm…

Stay calm…

*****

coffee,” she says. “And I’ve packed sandwiches for you and…” Her voice trails off as she sees my

is going into

“She’s not

there’s no way I

on your way with her. I’ll bring your car to the front, get the engine turning over, then it’s warm when

*****

Michael

and Baxter exit, and after a cautious moment, Klempner and I

ceiling perhaps once white

recently occupied by Finchby, trying hard not to actually

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

the women as prostitutes, but he must be worth plenty. What's the point in being wealthy if you

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

of what looks like an entrance lobby, then a dance floor, various corridors... Each quarter displays

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

lip. “Nothing from the

another of couples, triples and more; rooms

know they're on camera?” I

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

barred

say ‘cells’ to

to keep them either working or locked

used to supply

finding myself simply staring at him, leaning in, intent on

turn from the screen. “Michael, you know my past. I’m not going to spend every waking moment apologising

course,

shifts

a corner of the screen, it’s

gorge rises.

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