*****

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?

*****

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?”

minutes apart. I didn’t want to disturb you until I

Oh, God…

are you

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

early? It’s

Master. But, I’m

calm. I’m just going

Calm…

Stay calm…

*****

top onto a flask. “Hot coffee,” she says. “And I’ve packed sandwiches for

is going

mouth. “She’s not

Mitch, there’s no way I can leave

your clinic. Tell them you’re on your way with her. I’ll bring

*****

Michael

and Baxter exit, and after a cautious moment, Klempner

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

Finchby, trying hard not to actually

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

but he must be worth plenty. What's the

by me,

looks like an entrance lobby, then a dance

but the feed is unresponsive, moving at its

lip. “Nothing from

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

if the clients know they're on camera?”

and Mighty there. Good blackmail material if he ever has any problems

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

doors say ‘cells’ to

either working or locked up until he’s sure he has them

to supply

finding myself simply staring at him, leaning

from the screen. “Michael, you know my past. I’m not going to spend

course, he’s

image shifts

corner of the screen, it’s

rises. “Oh,

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