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?”

didn’t want to disturb you until I was sure, but… I am

Oh, God…

you

“I think so, Master. It’s too early I

early? It’s way too

Master. But,

I’m just going

Calm…

Stay calm…

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onto a flask. “Hot coffee,” she says. “And I’ve packed sandwiches for you and…” Her voice trails off

is going into

“She’s not due for another… what,

there’s no way I can

bring your car to

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Michael

Baxter exit, and after a cautious moment, Klempner and I enter

ceiling perhaps once white but now yellowed and draped

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

Klempner. But he regards the hovel of

as prostitutes, but he must be worth plenty. What's the

me, watching the screen with half

screen flicks between shots of what looks like an entrance lobby, then a dance floor, various corridors... Each quarter displays a small insert: L2

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

on his lower lip. “Nothing from the

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

clients know they're

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 padlocked doors. Each door

doors say ‘cells’ to me,” I

tends to keep them either working or locked up until

to

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

I’m not going to spend every waking moment apologising for it. Now… shall we get on with the task

course, he’s

shifts once

in a corner of the screen,

rises. “Oh,

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