Hot Revenge Box Set 2

Chapter 6

*****

 

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?

*****

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 sure

Oh, God…

you

so, Master. It’s too early

It’s way too

Master. But,

stay calm. I’m just

Calm…

Stay calm…

*****

onto a flask. “Hot coffee,” she says. “And

Elizabeth is going into

hand to her mouth. “She’s not due for

no

them you’re on your way with her. I’ll bring your car

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Michael

a cautious moment, Klempner and I

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

recently occupied by Finchby, trying hard not to actually touch anything.

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

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

pulling up the other seat by me, watching the screen with half an

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

unresponsive, moving at its own pace. “He’s got plenty of

lower lip. “Nothing

one room after another of couples, triples and more; rooms where girls

if the clients know they're on

fingernail at the screen. “Some of the City High and Mighty there. Good blackmail material if he ever has any problems

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

say ‘cells’ to me,”

to keep them either working or locked up

used to

staring

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

of course,

shifts once

corner of the

gorge rises. “Oh,

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