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

Oh, God…

you going

Master. It’s too early I

It’s way too

Master. But, I’m

just going to talk

Calm…

Stay calm…

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

Elizabeth is going

mouth. “She’s not due for another…

no way I can

with her. I’ll bring your car to the front, get the engine

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Michael

Baxter exit, and after a cautious moment,

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

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

mutters Klempner. But he regards

he must be worth

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

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

unresponsive, moving at its own

slowly, chewing on his lower lip. “Nothing from the

another of couples, triples and

know they're

fingernail at the screen. “Some of the City High and Mighty there. Good blackmail

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

‘cells’ to me,”

Finchby tends to keep them either working or locked up until he’s

to

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

you know my past. I’m not going to spend every waking moment apologising for it. Now… shall we get

of course, he’s

shifts once

in a corner

gorge rises.

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