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?”

about fifteen minutes apart. I didn’t

Oh, God…

you going into

think so, Master. It’s too

early? It’s

know, Master. But, I’m pretty

I’m just going

Calm…

Stay calm…

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flask. “Hot coffee,” she says. “And I’ve packed

Elizabeth is going

raises a hand to her mouth. “She’s

weeks. Mitch, there’s no way

on your way with her. I’ll bring your

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Michael

exit, and after a cautious moment, Klempner

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

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

mutters Klempner. But he

but he

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

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

at its own pace. “He’s got

his lower lip. “Nothing from the basement so far

triples and more; rooms

know they're on camera?” I

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

series of barred and padlocked doors.

doors say ‘cells’

tends to keep them either working or

used to

myself simply staring at him, leaning in, intent on the

realises I’m watching him. He doesn’t turn from the screen. “Michael, you know my past. I’m not going to spend every waking moment apologising for it. Now… shall we get

of course,

image shifts once more…

corner of the screen,

rises. “Oh,

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