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?”

still about fifteen minutes apart. I didn’t want to disturb you until I was sure, but…

Oh, God…

you going

too early I

early? It’s

know, Master. But,

I’m just going

Calm…

Stay calm…

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

Elizabeth is

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

Mitch, there’s no way I

course, you can’t. Call your clinic. Tell them you’re on your way with her. I’ll bring your car to the front, get the engine turning

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Michael

and after a cautious moment, Klempner and

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

Finchby, trying hard not to actually touch anything. “You'd think he could afford

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

so he runs the women as prostitutes, but he must be

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

a dance floor, various corridors...

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

lower lip. “Nothing from

of couples, triples and more; rooms where girls

know they're on camera?” I

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

a corridor lined by a series of barred and

doors say ‘cells’ to me,”

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

to

simply staring at him, leaning in, intent on

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

course, he’s

shifts once more…

corner of the screen,

gorge rises.

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