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 you until I was

Oh, God…

you

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

It’s

But, I’m

calm. I’m just

Calm…

Stay calm…

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

is going into

to her mouth. “She’s not due

no way I

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

and Baxter exit, and after a cautious moment, Klempner and I enter the

air is stale, musty with cigarette smoke, the walls and ceiling perhaps once white but

chair recently occupied by Finchby, trying hard not to actually

mutters Klempner. But he regards the hovel

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

pulling up the other seat by me, watching

screen flicks between shots of what looks like an entrance lobby, then a dance floor,

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

lower lip. “Nothing from the basement

to one room after another of couples, triples and more; rooms where girls

the clients know

of the City High and Mighty there. Good blackmail material if he ever has any problems

series of barred and padlocked doors. Each door has

doors say ‘cells’ to me,”

working or locked

used to supply

myself simply staring at him, leaning in,

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

of course,

image shifts once more…

corner of

gorge rises.

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