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?”

Then, “They’re still about fifteen minutes apart. I didn’t want to disturb you until I was sure, but… I am

Oh, God…

you going into

Master. It’s too early I know,

It’s way

know, Master. But, I’m

just going

Calm…

Stay calm…

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

is going into

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

Mitch, there’s no way

way with her. I’ll bring your car to the front, get the engine turning over, then

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Michael

and after a cautious

and ceiling perhaps once white

the chair recently occupied by Finchby, trying hard not to actually touch anything.

mutters Klempner. But he regards the hovel

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

up the other seat by me, watching the screen

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

but the feed is unresponsive, moving at its

lip. “Nothing from the basement so far

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

know they're on camera?” I

of the City High and Mighty there. Good blackmail

view flickers again: a corridor lined by a series of barred and padlocked doors. Each door

doors say ‘cells’ to me,” I

either working or locked up until he’s sure he has them under

to

simply staring at him,

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

of course, he’s

image shifts once more…

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

gorge rises.

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