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?”

I didn’t want to disturb

Oh, God…

you going

too early I

It’s

But, I’m

I’m just

Calm…

Stay calm…

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a flask. “Hot coffee,” she says. “And

think Elizabeth is

mouth. “She’s not due for another…

there’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 car to the front, get the engine turning over, then it’s warm when you set

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Michael

exit, and after a cautious moment, Klempner and I

and ceiling perhaps once white

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

are employed differently,” mutters Klempner. But he regards the hovel of

so he runs the women as prostitutes, but he must

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

lobby, then a dance floor, various corridors... Each

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

his lower lip. “Nothing

of couples, triples and more; rooms where girls ‘entertain’ their clients. L4a, L4b,

the clients know they're on camera?”

a fingernail at the screen. “Some of the City High and Mighty there. Good blackmail material if he ever has

flickers again: a corridor lined by a series of barred and padlocked doors. Each door has a small viewing window.

doors say ‘cells’ to me,”

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

used to supply

staring at him,

my past. I’m not going to spend every waking moment apologising for it. Now… shall we get on

of course, he’s

shifts once more…

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

rises.

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