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?”

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

Oh, God…

you

“I think so, Master. It’s too early

early? It’s way too

know, Master. But, I’m

stay calm. I’m just going to talk

Calm…

Stay calm…

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

is

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

weeks. Mitch, there’s no way I can

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

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Michael

after a cautious

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

recently occupied by Finchby, trying hard not to actually touch anything. “You'd

he regards the hovel of

women as prostitutes, but he must be worth plenty. What's

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

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

the feed is unresponsive, moving at its own

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

after another of couples, triples and more; rooms where girls ‘entertain’ their clients.

the clients know they're on

“Some of the City High and Mighty there. Good blackmail material if he ever

of barred and padlocked doors. Each door has a small viewing window.

doors say ‘cells’ to me,”

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

to supply

simply staring

a moment Klempner realises I’m watching him. He doesn’t turn from the screen. “Michael, you know my past. I’m not going

course,

image shifts once more…

a corner of the screen, it’s

gorge rises.

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