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?”

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

Oh, God…

are you going

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

It’s way too

But, I’m

just going to talk to

Calm…

Stay calm…

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

Elizabeth is going

“She’s not due for another… what, ten

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

with her. I’ll bring your

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Michael

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

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

the chair recently occupied by Finchby, trying hard not to actually touch anything.

he regards the hovel of a room, lip

he runs the women as prostitutes, but he must be worth plenty. What's the point in

by me,

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

try tapping the return, but the feed is unresponsive, moving at its own pace. “He’s got plenty of cameras around

lip.

shift to one room after another of couples, triples

know they're on camera?” I

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

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

‘cells’

either working or locked up until

used to supply

lost for words, finding myself simply staring at

past. I’m not going to spend every waking

of course, he’s

shifts once

corner of

gorge rises. “Oh,

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