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?”

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

Oh, God…

are you going into

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

early? It’s way too

Master. But,

calm. I’m just going

Calm…

Stay calm…

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

is going

mouth. “She’s not due for another… what, ten

no way

you can’t. Call your clinic. Tell them you’re on your way with her. I’ll bring your car

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Michael

cautious moment, Klempner

cigarette smoke, the walls and ceiling perhaps once white but now

Finchby, trying hard not to actually touch anything. “You'd

are employed differently,” mutters Klempner. But he regards

women as prostitutes, but he must be worth

simply pulling up the other seat by me, watching the

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

is unresponsive, moving at its own

lower lip. “Nothing from the basement so far

views shift to one room after another of couples, triples and more; rooms where girls ‘entertain’

if the clients know they're

High and Mighty there. Good blackmail

by a series of barred and padlocked doors. Each door has a small viewing

‘cells’ to me,” I

either working or locked up until he’s sure he

to

words, finding myself simply staring at

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 waking moment apologising for it. Now… shall we get on with the

course, he’s

shifts once

a corner of the

rises.

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