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?”

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

Oh, God…

you going

Master. It’s too early

early? It’s way

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

there’s no way I

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

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Michael

and after a cautious

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

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

“Okay, so he runs the women as prostitutes, but he must be worth plenty. What's the point in being wealthy if

other seat by me, watching the screen with half an

of what looks like an entrance lobby, then a dance floor, various corridors... Each quarter displays a small insert: L2

unresponsive, moving at its own pace. “He’s got plenty of cameras around the

lip. “Nothing

couples, triples and more; rooms where girls ‘entertain’ their

the clients know they're on

City High and Mighty there. Good blackmail material if he ever has any problems with the

of barred and padlocked doors. Each

doors say ‘cells’ to

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

used to

for words, finding myself simply staring at him,

a moment Klempner realises I’m watching him. He doesn’t turn from the screen. “Michael, you know my past. I’m not

course,

image shifts

in a corner of

gorge rises.

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