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… I am

Oh, God…

are you going into

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

It’s way too

know, Master. But,

just going to

Calm…

Stay calm…

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

think Elizabeth is going

to her mouth. “She’s not

there’s no way I can leave

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

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Michael

Baxter exit, and after a cautious moment, Klempner and I enter the

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

hard not to actually touch anything. “You'd think he could afford a

are employed differently,” mutters Klempner. But he regards the hovel of

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

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

flicks between shots of what looks like an entrance lobby, then a dance floor, various

is unresponsive, moving at

lower lip. “Nothing from the basement

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

clients know

“Some of the City High and Mighty there. Good blackmail material if he ever has any problems with

by a series of barred and padlocked doors. Each

‘cells’ to

them either working

used to supply

myself simply staring at him,

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

of course,

shifts once more…

corner

gorge rises. “Oh,

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