Hot Revenge Box Set 2

Chapter 6

*****

 

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?”

apart. I didn’t want to disturb you until I was sure, but… I am sure

Oh, God…

you going

Master. It’s too early I know, but I

It’s way

know, Master. But, I’m pretty

stay calm. I’m just going to

Calm…

Stay calm…

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flask. “Hot coffee,” she says. “And

Elizabeth is

to her mouth. “She’s not due for

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

with her. I’ll bring your car to the front, get the engine

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Michael

and Baxter exit, and after a cautious

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

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

employed differently,” mutters Klempner. But he

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

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

a dance floor, various corridors...

tapping the return, but the feed is unresponsive, moving at its own

lower lip. “Nothing from the basement so

views shift to one room after another of couples, triples and more; rooms where girls ‘entertain’

the clients know they're

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

by a series of barred and padlocked

say ‘cells’ to

working or locked up until he’s sure he

to

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

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

course, he’s

shifts once more…

a corner

rises.

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