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?”

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

Oh, God…

you going

Master. It’s too

It’s way too

know, Master. But,

stay calm. I’m just going to

Calm…

Stay calm…

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kitchen, screwing the top onto a flask. “Hot coffee,” she says. “And I’ve packed sandwiches for you and…” Her voice

is going

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

weeks. Mitch, there’s no way

them you’re on your way with her. I’ll bring

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Michael

and after a cautious moment, Klempner and I enter

the walls and ceiling perhaps once white but now yellowed and

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

are employed differently,” mutters Klempner. But he regards

“Okay, so he runs the women as prostitutes, but he

but says nothing, simply pulling up the other seat by me,

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

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

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

after another of couples, triples

clients know

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

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

‘cells’ to me,” I

keep them either working

used to

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

Klempner realises I’m watching him. He 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 on with the

of course,

image shifts once more…

there, in a corner of the screen,

gorge rises. “Oh,

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