*****

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?

*****

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?”

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

Oh, God…

are you going

It’s too early

early? It’s

know, Master. But, I’m

calm. I’m just going to

Calm…

Stay calm…

*****

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

think Elizabeth is

to her mouth. “She’s not due for

Mitch, there’s no way

way with her. I’ll bring your car to

*****

Michael

exit, and after a cautious moment, Klempner

smoke, the walls and ceiling perhaps

by Finchby, trying hard not to actually

mutters Klempner. But he regards the

“Okay, so he runs the women as prostitutes, but he must be worth plenty.

simply pulling up the other seat by me, watching the screen with

then a dance floor, various

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

lip.

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

clients know

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

of barred and padlocked doors.

‘cells’ to me,”

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

to supply

lost for words, finding myself simply staring

screen. “Michael, you know my past. I’m not going to spend every waking moment apologising for it.

course,

image shifts

in a corner of the

rises. “Oh,

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