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?”

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

Oh, God…

you going into

think so, Master. It’s too early

early? It’s way too

Master. But, I’m

just

Calm…

Stay calm…

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

is

her mouth. “She’s

no way I can leave

course, you can’t. Call your clinic. Tell them you’re on your way with her. I’ll bring your

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Michael

and Baxter exit, and after a cautious moment,

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

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

But he regards the hovel of

closer. “Okay, so he runs the women as prostitutes, but he must be worth

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

flicks between shots of what looks like an entrance lobby, then a dance floor, various corridors...

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

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

views shift to one room after another of couples, triples and

know they're on camera?”

City High and Mighty there.

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

‘cells’

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

to

for words, finding myself simply staring at

I’m not going to spend every waking moment apologising for it.

course, he’s

image shifts

there, in a corner of the screen, it’s

gorge rises.

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