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?”

groans, her breathing shaky… Then, “They’re still about fifteen minutes apart. I didn’t want to disturb

Oh, God…

you going

“I think so, Master. It’s too early

early? It’s way too

know, Master. But, I’m pretty

calm. I’m just going to talk

Calm…

Stay calm…

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find 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 my face.

think Elizabeth is

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

weeks. Mitch, there’s no

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

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Michael

cautious moment, Klempner and I enter the

the walls and ceiling perhaps once white but now yellowed

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

are employed differently,” mutters Klempner. But he

pull the laptop closer. “Okay, so he runs the women as prostitutes, but he must be worth plenty. What's the point in being wealthy if you live

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

what looks like an entrance lobby, then a dance floor, various corridors... Each quarter

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

on his lower lip. “Nothing from the

another of couples, triples and more; rooms where

know they're on

High and Mighty there. Good blackmail material if he ever has any problems with

barred and padlocked doors. Each

say ‘cells’

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

used to

words, finding myself simply staring at him,

watching him. He doesn’t turn from the screen. “Michael, you know my past. I’m not going to spend every waking moment apologising for it. Now… shall

of course,

image shifts once more…

in a corner of

gorge rises. “Oh,

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