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?”

groans, her breathing shaky… Then, “They’re still about fifteen minutes apart. I didn’t want to disturb you

Oh, God…

you going

“I think so, Master. It’s too early

It’s

But, I’m pretty

stay calm. I’m just going

Calm…

Stay calm…

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

is going into

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

weeks. Mitch, there’s no way I

on your way with her. I’ll bring

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Michael

and after a cautious moment, Klempner and I enter

stale, musty with cigarette smoke, the walls and ceiling perhaps

not to actually touch anything.

Klempner. But he regards the hovel

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

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

of what looks like an entrance lobby, then a dance floor, various corridors... Each quarter

the feed is unresponsive, moving at its own pace. “He’s got

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

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

the clients know they're on camera?” I

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

lined by a series of barred and

doors say ‘cells’ to me,”

tends to keep them either working or

to supply

myself simply staring at him,

watching him. He doesn’t turn from the screen. “Michael, you know my past. I’m not going to spend

of course,

shifts once more…

there, in a corner of

rises. “Oh,

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