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?”

apart. I didn’t

Oh, God…

are you going

“I think so, Master. It’s too early I know, but I think

early? It’s way

know, Master. But,

calm. I’m just

Calm…

Stay calm…

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

is going into

to her mouth. “She’s not due

there’s no way I can

with her. I’ll bring your car to the front, get the

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Michael

after a cautious moment, Klempner and I

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

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

differently,” mutters Klempner. But he

laptop closer. “Okay, so he runs the women as prostitutes, but he

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

shots of what looks like an entrance lobby, then a dance floor,

try tapping the return, but the feed is unresponsive, moving at

lip. “Nothing from the

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

know they're on camera?”

High and Mighty there. Good blackmail material if he ever has any problems

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

say ‘cells’ to me,” I

them either working or locked up until he’s sure he has

used to

simply staring at him, leaning in, intent on 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 task in

of course, he’s

shifts once more…

corner of the screen,

gorge rises.

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