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 until I was sure, but… I am

Oh, God…

you going

think so, Master. It’s too early I know, but I think

early? It’s way

Master. But, I’m pretty

just going to talk

Calm…

Stay calm…

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the kitchen, screwing the top onto a flask. “Hot coffee,” she says. “And

is going

“She’s not due for another… what, ten

there’s no way I can

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

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Michael

cautious moment, Klempner and

walls and ceiling perhaps once white but now yellowed and draped with dusty

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

he

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

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

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

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

on his lower lip. “Nothing from the

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

if the clients know they're on

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

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

doors say ‘cells’

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

used to

finding myself simply staring at him, leaning in, intent

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 on

of course, he’s

shifts

there, in a corner of

gorge rises.

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