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

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

It’s

Master. But, I’m pretty

calm. I’m just

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

think Elizabeth is going

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

weeks. Mitch, there’s no

your clinic. 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

a cautious moment, Klempner and I

stale, musty with cigarette smoke, the walls and ceiling perhaps

not to actually touch anything. “You'd think

employed differently,” mutters Klempner. But he regards the hovel of a room, lip

he must be worth plenty. What's the point in being wealthy if

pulling up the other seat by me, watching the

lobby, then a dance floor, various corridors... Each quarter

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

slowly, chewing on his lower lip. “Nothing

one room after another of couples, triples and more; rooms where girls ‘entertain’ their clients. L4a, L4b,

clients know they're on

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

a series of barred and padlocked

doors say ‘cells’ to

tends to keep them either working or locked

used to

lost for words, finding myself simply staring at

“Michael, you know my past. I’m not going to

of course,

shifts once

in a corner of the screen, it’s

rises. “Oh,

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