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?”

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

But,

stay calm. I’m just

Calm…

Stay calm…

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coffee,” she says. “And I’ve

is

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

no way I can leave

I’ll bring your car to the front, get the engine turning over, then it’s warm when

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Michael

after a cautious

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

trying hard not to actually touch anything. “You'd think

are employed differently,” mutters Klempner. But he regards

but he

me, watching the screen with half an eye, the

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

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

slowly, chewing on his lower lip. “Nothing from

couples, triples and more; rooms where girls ‘entertain’ their clients.

if the clients know they're on camera?”

fingernail at the screen. “Some of the City High and Mighty there. Good blackmail material if he ever has any

a series of barred and padlocked doors. Each

say ‘cells’ to

working or locked up until he’s sure

used to supply

words, finding myself simply staring at him, leaning in, intent on the

Klempner realises I’m watching him. He doesn’t turn from the screen. “Michael, you know my past. I’m not going to spend every waking

of course,

shifts

corner of the screen,

rises.

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