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?”

shaky… Then, “They’re still about fifteen minutes apart. I didn’t want to disturb you until I was sure, but… I am

Oh, God…

you going into

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

It’s way

But, I’m pretty

just going to

Calm…

Stay calm…

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flask. “Hot coffee,” she says. “And I’ve

think Elizabeth is going

hand to her mouth. “She’s not due

weeks. Mitch, there’s no way I can

with her. I’ll bring your car to

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Michael

Baxter exit, and after a cautious moment, Klempner and

and ceiling perhaps once white but now yellowed and draped

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

mutters Klempner. But he regards the hovel of

closer. “Okay, so he runs the women as prostitutes, but he must be worth plenty. What's the point in

up the other seat by me, watching the

quartered screen flicks between shots of what looks like an entrance lobby, then a dance floor, various corridors... Each quarter displays

the feed is unresponsive, moving at its own

his lower lip. “Nothing from the basement so far

views shift to one room after another of couples, triples and more; rooms where girls

the clients know they're

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

again: a corridor lined by a series of barred

‘cells’ to

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

used to

staring at him, leaning in, intent on

screen. “Michael, you know my past. I’m not

course,

shifts once more…

corner of

rises. “Oh,

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