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?”

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

Oh, God…

you going

“I think so, Master. It’s too

It’s way too

But, I’m pretty

stay calm. I’m just going to

Calm…

Stay calm…

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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

think Elizabeth is going into

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

there’s no

clinic. Tell them you’re on your 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

a cautious

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

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

But he

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

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

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

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

lower lip. “Nothing from the

views shift to one room after another of couples, triples and more;

the clients know they're on camera?” I

a fingernail at the screen. “Some of the City High and Mighty there. Good blackmail material if

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

doors say ‘cells’ to

keep them either working or locked up until he’s

to

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

my past. I’m not going to spend every waking moment apologising for it. Now… shall we get on

of course,

shifts

in a corner of the screen,

gorge rises. “Oh,

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