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?”

“They’re still about fifteen minutes apart. I didn’t want to disturb you until I

Oh, God…

are you going

think so, Master. It’s too early

early? It’s

But,

just

Calm…

Stay calm…

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she says. “And I’ve packed sandwiches for

is

hand to her mouth. “She’s not due

there’s no way I can leave

course, you can’t. Call your clinic. Tell them you’re on your way with her. I’ll bring

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Michael

after a cautious moment, Klempner and I

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

not to

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

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

seat by me,

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

but the feed is unresponsive, moving at

his lower lip. “Nothing from the

triples and more; rooms

the clients know they're on camera?”

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

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

doors say ‘cells’ to

working or locked up until he’s sure he has them

to supply

simply staring at him,

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

course,

shifts

corner of the

gorge rises.

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