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 was sure, but… I

Oh, God…

are you going

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

It’s

But, I’m

just going

Calm…

Stay calm…

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

think Elizabeth is going into

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

Mitch, there’s no way I can leave

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

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Michael

after a cautious moment, Klempner and I enter

smoke, the walls and ceiling perhaps once white but now

chair recently occupied by Finchby, trying hard not to actually touch anything. “You'd think he could

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

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

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

what looks like an entrance lobby, then a dance floor, various corridors... Each quarter displays a small insert: L2 lobby, L3

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

nods slowly, chewing on his lower lip. “Nothing

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

if the clients know they're

and Mighty there. Good blackmail

again: a corridor lined by a series of barred and

say ‘cells’

agreement. “Yes… Finchby tends to keep them either working or

to supply

staring at him, leaning in,

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

of course, he’s

shifts once

in a corner of the screen,

gorge rises.

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