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?”

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

Oh, God…

you going

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

early? It’s

know, Master. But, I’m pretty

just

Calm…

Stay calm…

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Mitch in the kitchen, screwing the top onto a flask. “Hot coffee,” she says. “And I’ve packed sandwiches for you and…”

is

“She’s not

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

with her. I’ll bring

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Michael

after a cautious moment, Klempner and

and ceiling perhaps once white but now yellowed and draped with

Finchby, trying hard not to

But he regards the hovel of a room, lip

runs the women as prostitutes, but he must be worth plenty. What's the point in being wealthy if you live

seat by me,

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

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

lip. “Nothing from the basement so far

shift to one room after another of couples, triples and more;

if the clients know

and Mighty there. Good

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

‘cells’

keep them either working or locked up until he’s sure he has

to supply

staring

I’m 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… shall we get

of course,

shifts

there, in a corner

gorge rises. “Oh,

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