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?”

I didn’t

Oh, God…

you going into

It’s too

It’s way too

Master. But, I’m pretty

calm. 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

is

her mouth. “She’s

no way I

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

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Michael

after a cautious moment,

smoke, the walls and ceiling perhaps

by Finchby, trying hard not to actually

he regards the hovel of a

pull the laptop closer. “Okay, so he runs the women as prostitutes, but he must be worth

nothing, simply pulling up the other seat by me,

an entrance lobby, then a dance

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

his lower lip. “Nothing from the basement so

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

know they're on camera?” I

and Mighty there. Good blackmail material if he ever has any problems with

view flickers again: a corridor lined by a series of barred and

‘cells’ to me,”

tends to keep them either working or locked

used to

myself simply staring at him, leaning in,

know my past. I’m not going to spend

of course, he’s

shifts

there, in a corner of

rises. “Oh,

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