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 you until I was sure, but… I

Oh, God…

are you

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

early? It’s way

know, Master. But, I’m pretty

calm. I’m just going to talk to

Calm…

Stay calm…

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in the 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

is

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

Mitch, there’s no way I can leave

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

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Michael

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

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

take the chair recently occupied by Finchby, trying hard not to actually touch anything. “You'd think he

Klempner. But he

the women as prostitutes, but he must be worth plenty. What's the point in being wealthy if you live

but says nothing, simply pulling up the other seat by me, watching the screen

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

is unresponsive, moving at

his lower lip. “Nothing from the

triples and more; rooms where girls ‘entertain’ their

if the clients know they're

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

by a series of barred and padlocked doors. Each door has a small viewing

say ‘cells’ to me,” I

grunts agreement. “Yes… Finchby tends to keep them either working or locked up until he’s sure he has them under

used to supply

simply staring at him, leaning in, intent

moment 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 moment apologising for it. Now… shall we get on with the task

of course, he’s

image shifts once more…

there, in a corner of the screen, it’s

rises. “Oh,

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