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?”

still about fifteen minutes apart. I didn’t want to disturb you until

Oh, God…

you going

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

early? It’s way

Master. But,

just going

Calm…

Stay calm…

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

think Elizabeth is going into

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

Mitch, there’s no way I can leave

way with her. I’ll bring your car to the front, get the engine turning over, then it’s warm

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Michael

exit, and after a cautious moment, Klempner and

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

occupied by Finchby, trying hard not to

But he regards the hovel of a

so he runs the women as prostitutes, but he

says nothing, simply pulling up the other seat by me, watching the screen with half an eye, the door with

entrance lobby, then a dance floor, various corridors... Each quarter displays a small insert: L2 lobby,

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

lip. “Nothing from the basement so

room after another of couples, triples and more; rooms where

the clients know

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

view flickers again: a corridor lined by a series of barred and padlocked doors. Each door has

‘cells’

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

to supply

staring at him, leaning in, intent

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

course,

image shifts once more…

there, in a corner of

rises. “Oh,

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