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?”

apart. I didn’t want to disturb you until I was sure, but…

Oh, God…

you

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

early? It’s way too

But, I’m pretty

I’m just going to talk

Calm…

Stay calm…

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Mitch in the kitchen, screwing the top onto a flask. “Hot coffee,” she says. “And I’ve packed sandwiches for you and…” Her voice trails off as she sees

Elizabeth is going

mouth. “She’s not due

weeks. Mitch, there’s no way I can leave

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

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Michael

and after a cautious

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

take the chair recently occupied by Finchby, trying hard not to actually touch anything. “You'd think he

employed differently,” mutters Klempner. But he regards the

but he must be worth plenty.

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

entrance lobby, then a dance floor,

the return, but the feed is unresponsive, moving at its own pace.

on his lower lip. “Nothing from the basement so far

triples and more;

clients know they're

of the City High and Mighty there.

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

doors say ‘cells’ to me,” I

working or locked up until he’s sure he has them under

to supply

simply staring at him, leaning in, intent

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

of course,

shifts

there, in a corner of

rises. “Oh,

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