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?”

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

Oh, God…

are you

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

It’s way

Master. But, I’m pretty

stay calm. I’m just going to talk to

Calm…

Stay calm…

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

Elizabeth is

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

Mitch, there’s no way I can

I’ll bring

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Michael

cautious moment, Klempner and

and ceiling perhaps once white

hard not to actually touch anything. “You'd

he regards the

laptop closer. “Okay, so he runs the women as prostitutes, but he must be worth plenty. What's the point in being wealthy if you live like

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

screen flicks between shots of what looks like an entrance lobby, then a dance floor, various corridors... Each quarter

try tapping the return, but the feed is unresponsive, moving at

on his lower lip.

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

clients know

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

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

doors say ‘cells’

grunts agreement. “Yes… Finchby tends to keep them either working or locked up until

used to supply

for words, finding myself simply staring

a moment 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…

course,

image shifts

corner

gorge rises. “Oh,

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