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?”

fifteen minutes apart. I didn’t want

Oh, God…

you

too early I know, but I

It’s

But,

just going to talk

Calm…

Stay calm…

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“And I’ve packed sandwiches for you and…” Her voice

think Elizabeth is

mouth. “She’s

there’s no way

you’re on your way with her. I’ll bring your car to the front, get the engine turning over, then it’s warm

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Michael

a cautious moment, Klempner and

cigarette smoke, the walls and ceiling perhaps

chair recently occupied by Finchby, trying hard not to actually touch anything. “You'd think he could afford a

staff are employed differently,” mutters Klempner. But he regards the hovel

prostitutes, but he must be worth plenty. What's the point in being wealthy if you live

nods but says nothing, simply pulling up the other seat by me, watching the screen with half an eye,

entrance lobby, then a dance floor,

moving at its

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

another of couples, triples and more;

know they're on

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

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

say ‘cells’

working or locked up until he’s sure he has

to supply

for words, finding myself simply staring at him,

you know my past. I’m not

course,

image shifts

there, in a corner of the screen,

gorge rises.

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