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?”

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

Oh, God…

are you going

Master. It’s too

early? It’s way too

But, I’m

calm. I’m just going to

Calm…

Stay calm…

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kitchen, screwing the top onto a flask. “Hot coffee,” she says. “And I’ve packed sandwiches

is going into

raises a hand to her mouth. “She’s not due for

there’s no way

I’ll bring your

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Michael

and after a cautious moment, Klempner

is stale, musty with cigarette smoke, the walls and ceiling perhaps once white but now yellowed and draped with dusty

hard not to actually touch anything. “You'd

But he regards

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

nothing, simply pulling up the other seat by me, watching the

looks like an entrance lobby, then a dance floor, various corridors... Each

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

lip. “Nothing from

shift to one room after another of couples, triples and more; rooms

if the clients know

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

of barred and padlocked doors. Each door has

doors say ‘cells’

them either working

used to

for words, finding myself simply staring

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 task

of course,

shifts

a corner

rises.

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