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?”

still about fifteen minutes apart. I didn’t want to disturb

Oh, God…

are you going into

It’s too early I know, but I think

It’s way

Master. But,

I’m just

Calm…

Stay calm…

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“And I’ve packed sandwiches for you and…” Her voice trails off

think Elizabeth is going

raises a hand to her mouth. “She’s not

no way I can

way with her. I’ll bring your car to the front, get the engine turning

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Michael

after a cautious

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

the chair recently occupied by Finchby, trying hard not

Klempner. But he

prostitutes, but he must be worth plenty. What's the point in being wealthy if

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

like an entrance lobby, then a

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

lip.

couples, triples and

know they're on camera?” I

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

of barred and padlocked

‘cells’ to me,”

them either working or locked

used to supply

for words, finding myself simply staring at him,

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…

of course,

shifts once

in a corner of the screen,

rises.

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