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?”

still about fifteen minutes apart. I didn’t want to disturb you until I was

Oh, God…

are you going

“I think so, Master. It’s too early

early? It’s way too

Master. But, I’m

calm. I’m just going to talk

Calm…

Stay calm…

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“Hot coffee,” she says. “And I’ve packed sandwiches for you and…” Her

Elizabeth is going

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

weeks. Mitch, there’s no

her. I’ll bring your car to the front, get the engine turning over,

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Michael

cautious moment, Klempner and I enter the

walls and ceiling perhaps

hard not to actually touch anything. “You'd think he could afford

differently,” mutters Klempner. But he regards the hovel of a room,

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

seat by me, watching the

then a dance floor, various corridors... Each quarter displays a small

the feed is unresponsive, moving at

his lower lip. “Nothing from the basement so far

room after another of couples, triples and more;

know they're on camera?”

at the screen. “Some of the City High and Mighty there.

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

‘cells’ to me,”

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

to supply

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

from the screen. “Michael, you know my past. I’m not going to spend every waking moment apologising

of course,

image shifts

in a corner of the screen,

gorge rises.

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