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?”

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

Oh, God…

are you going into

Master. It’s too

early? It’s way too

Master. But, I’m

calm. I’m just going to talk

Calm…

Stay calm…

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she says. “And I’ve packed sandwiches for you and…” Her voice trails off as she sees my face.

is going into

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

Mitch, there’s no

course, you can’t. Call your clinic. Tell them you’re on your way with her. I’ll bring your

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Michael

cautious moment,

and ceiling perhaps once white but now

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

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

“Okay, so he runs the women as prostitutes, but he must

says nothing, simply pulling up the other seat by me, watching the screen with half

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

feed is unresponsive, moving at its own pace. “He’s

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

couples, triples and more; rooms where girls ‘entertain’

know they're on camera?”

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

series of barred

doors say ‘cells’

keep them either working

to

staring at him, leaning in, intent on the

him. He doesn’t turn from the screen. “Michael, you know my past. I’m not going to

course, he’s

image shifts

a corner of the screen,

rises.

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