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?”

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

Oh, God…

are you going

too early I know, but I think

early? It’s way too

know, Master. But, I’m pretty

calm. I’m just

Calm…

Stay calm…

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

is going into

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

no way

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

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Michael

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

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

by Finchby, trying hard not

staff are employed differently,” 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 being wealthy if you live like

seat by me, watching the

like an entrance lobby, then a

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

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

room after another of couples, triples

if the 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

corridor lined by a series of barred and padlocked doors. Each door has a

say ‘cells’ to me,” I

agreement. “Yes… Finchby tends to keep them either working or locked up until he’s sure he has

to

staring at him, leaning in,

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

of course, he’s

shifts once more…

corner of

rises. “Oh,

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