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?”

shaky… Then, “They’re still about fifteen minutes apart. I didn’t want to disturb you until I was sure, but…

Oh, God…

are you going into

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

early? It’s

know, Master. But,

calm. I’m just going to

Calm…

Stay calm…

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she says. “And I’ve packed sandwiches for you and…” Her voice trails off as she sees my face.

Elizabeth is going

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

there’s no way I can

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

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Michael

a cautious moment, Klempner and I enter the

stale, musty with cigarette smoke, the walls and ceiling perhaps once white but now

by Finchby, trying hard not to actually touch anything. “You'd think he could afford

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

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

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

entrance lobby, then a dance floor, various corridors... Each quarter displays a

moving at its own

slowly, chewing on his lower lip. “Nothing from

room after another of couples, triples and more; rooms

if the clients know they're

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

flickers again: a corridor lined by a series of barred

doors say ‘cells’

Finchby tends to keep them either working or locked up until

to

myself simply staring at him, leaning in, intent

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

of course,

shifts once

there, in a corner of the

rises. “Oh,

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