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?”

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

Oh, God…

are you

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

early? It’s way

But, I’m pretty

calm. I’m just

Calm…

Stay calm…

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

is

to her mouth. “She’s not due

no way I can leave

clinic. Tell them you’re on your way with her. I’ll bring your car to the front, get the engine turning

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Michael

cautious moment,

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

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

staff are employed differently,” mutters Klempner. But he regards

he runs the women as prostitutes, but he must

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

between shots of what looks like an entrance lobby, then a dance floor, various corridors... Each quarter displays a small insert: L2 lobby,

is unresponsive, moving at its own pace. “He’s

chewing on his lower lip. “Nothing from

shift to one room after another of couples, triples and more; rooms where girls ‘entertain’ their clients. L4a, L4b,

if the clients know

Mighty there.

a series of barred and padlocked doors. Each door has

‘cells’ to me,” I

agreement. “Yes… Finchby tends to keep them either working or locked up until he’s sure he has them

to supply

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

turn from the screen. “Michael, you know my past. I’m not going

course, he’s

image shifts once

there, in a corner of the screen, it’s

rises.

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