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

Oh, God…

you

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

early? It’s way

But, I’m

calm. I’m just going

Calm…

Stay calm…

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in the kitchen, screwing the top onto a flask. “Hot coffee,” she says. “And

Elizabeth is going into

a hand to her mouth. “She’s not due

there’s no way I can

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

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Michael

a cautious moment, Klempner

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

take the chair recently occupied by Finchby, trying hard not to actually touch

employed differently,” mutters Klempner. But he

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

me, watching the screen with half

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

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

lower lip. “Nothing from

views shift to one room after another of couples, triples and more; rooms where girls ‘entertain’ their clients. L4a,

the clients know they're on camera?”

City High and Mighty there.

barred and padlocked doors. Each door

say ‘cells’ to me,” I

tends to keep them either working or

used to supply

for words, finding myself simply staring at him, leaning in, intent

I’m not going to spend every waking moment

of course, he’s

shifts once

there, in a corner of the screen,

rises. “Oh,

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