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?”

apart. I didn’t

Oh, God…

are you

Master. It’s too early I know,

early? It’s way too

Master. But, I’m pretty

stay calm. I’m just

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 as she sees my face.

is going into

mouth. “She’s

there’s no way I

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

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Michael

after a cautious

walls and ceiling perhaps once white but now yellowed and

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

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

women as prostitutes, but he must be worth plenty.

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

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

feed is unresponsive, moving at its own

lip.

to one room after another of couples, triples and

the clients know they're on camera?” I

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

again: a corridor lined by a series of barred

‘cells’ to me,” I

Finchby tends to keep them either working or locked up

used to supply

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

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

of course,

image shifts once more…

there, in a corner of the screen, it’s

rises.

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