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?”

didn’t want to

Oh, God…

are you going

too early

early? It’s

know, Master. But, I’m

just going

Calm…

Stay calm…

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

is going into

raises a hand to her mouth. “She’s not due for another… what, ten

weeks. Mitch, there’s no way I can leave

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,

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Michael

after a cautious moment, Klempner and I

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

take the chair recently occupied by Finchby, trying hard not

he regards the hovel of

he must be worth plenty. What's the point in being wealthy if you live

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

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

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

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

couples, triples

the clients know they're

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

a corridor lined by a series of barred and padlocked

‘cells’ to

to keep them either working or locked up until he’s

used to

words, finding myself simply staring at

doesn’t turn from the screen. “Michael, you know my past. I’m not going to spend every waking moment apologising for it.

course,

shifts

there, in a corner of the screen,

gorge rises. “Oh,

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