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?”

minutes apart. I didn’t want to

Oh, God…

are you

It’s too early I know,

early? It’s way

know, Master. But,

calm. I’m just going to talk

Calm…

Stay calm…

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

Elizabeth is going

raises a hand to her mouth. “She’s not due

no way I

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

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Michael

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

the walls and ceiling perhaps once white but now yellowed and draped

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

employed differently,” mutters Klempner. But he regards the hovel of a room,

prostitutes, but he must be worth plenty. What's the

but says nothing, simply pulling up the other seat by me, watching the screen with half an eye, the door with

lobby, then a dance floor, various corridors... Each

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

his lower lip. “Nothing from the basement

another of couples, triples and more; rooms where

know they're

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

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

say ‘cells’ to

Finchby tends to keep them either working or locked up until he’s sure he

used to supply

staring

a 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,

image shifts

in a corner

gorge rises. “Oh,

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