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

Oh, God…

are you

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

early? It’s

know, Master. But,

just going to talk to

Calm…

Stay calm…

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screwing the top onto a flask. “Hot coffee,” she says. “And I’ve packed sandwiches for you and…” Her voice trails off

think Elizabeth is going

raises a hand to her mouth. “She’s

Mitch, there’s no way I

you can’t. Call your clinic. Tell them you’re on your way with her. I’ll bring your car to the

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Michael

a cautious moment, Klempner and I

ceiling perhaps once white but now yellowed and draped

not to actually touch anything. “You'd

mutters Klempner. But he regards the hovel of

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

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

shots of what looks like an entrance lobby, then a dance floor,

at its own pace. “He’s

slowly, chewing on his lower lip.

after another of couples, triples and more; rooms where girls ‘entertain’ their clients. L4a,

know they're

the City High and Mighty there.

a corridor lined by a series of barred and

‘cells’ to me,” I

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

used to

simply staring at him, leaning in, intent on the

you know my past. I’m not

of course,

image shifts

corner of the screen,

rises. “Oh,

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