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?”

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

Oh, God…

are you going into

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

It’s way

know, Master. But, I’m pretty

just going to talk to

Calm…

Stay calm…

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says. “And I’ve packed sandwiches for you and…” Her voice trails off as she sees

Elizabeth is going into

to her mouth. “She’s not due

weeks. Mitch, there’s no way

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

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Michael

and Baxter exit, and after a cautious moment, Klempner

musty with cigarette smoke, the walls and ceiling perhaps

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

But he

he runs the women as prostitutes, but he must be

the other seat by me, watching the screen with half an eye, the

quartered screen flicks between shots of what looks like an entrance lobby, then a dance floor, various

feed is unresponsive, moving at

chewing on his lower lip. “Nothing

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

know they're on camera?”

City High and Mighty there.

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

say ‘cells’ to me,” I

to keep them either working or locked

used to

for words, finding myself simply staring at him, leaning in, intent

you know my past. I’m not going to spend every waking moment apologising for it. Now… shall

of course, he’s

shifts once more…

there, in a corner

rises. “Oh,

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