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?”

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

Oh, God…

you going into

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

early? It’s way too

Master. But, I’m

just going to talk to

Calm…

Stay calm…

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

is

mouth. “She’s not due for another… what, ten

no

way with her. I’ll bring your car to the front, get the engine turning over, then

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Michael

after a cautious moment, Klempner and

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

hard not to actually touch anything. “You'd

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

prostitutes, but he must be

says nothing, simply pulling up the other seat by me,

lobby, then a dance floor,

return, but the feed is unresponsive, moving at its own

lower lip. “Nothing from the basement so

couples, triples and more; rooms

if the clients know they're on camera?” I

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

flickers again: a corridor lined by a series of barred and padlocked doors. Each

‘cells’ to me,”

either working

used to

staring at him, leaning

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

course,

shifts once more…

corner

rises.

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