Hot Revenge Box Set 2
Chapter 8
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Michael
Back on the rear stairwell, we descend one level…
Another landing, again with a corridor to both sides, flanked by the ‘cells’ we saw on the security feed.
“Next one down,” murmurs Klempner. “This should be it.”
We pass under a single camera at the top of the next staircase, but it remains reassuringly off, its indicator light dark. Still, it’s unsettling to have the empty black eye follow us as we descend into the dank scent of basements everywhere.
At the bottom, the same single corridor, running right and left, doors off either side. Underfoot, slab floors are slippery with damp.
There’s no sound other than our own footsteps and, as I realise after a moment, my own heartbeat pulsing behind my ears. Down here, even the bass thump of the music doesn’t carry.
It’s cold. Not the iced night of outdoors, but a moist chill that creeps into lungs and turns breath to grey mist.
Klempner draws a fingertip through droplets hanging onto the brickwork, making a shining trail that trickles from the base, trailing fingers of water to the ground. “Looks like we're down to the river level.”
“Below it, I’d say. It's canalised here.” I try to get bearings in my head. “Could be it's just on the other side of that wall.”
And this is where they’ve kept her…
Klempner thumbs left along the corridor. “You try the doors that way. I’ll try these.”
He turns right, trying one door after another. None are locked and as doors open then close, the sound creaks, clanks then echoes away.
At the first room I try, rusted hinges complain as I turn the handle, then push. Resisting me all the way, the door opens. I already know she’s not here. This door’s not been opened since god-knows-when. Inside, all I find are stacks and files of papers; many mildewed, all yellowed, curling in the damp; battered ledgers, and ancient floppy discs, aged well past any possibility of there being a drive able to read them.
Finchby’s old business records?
The legal stuff presumably. He’s not going to keep hard copies of the kind of dealings he has…
… is he?
I pick up a ledger at random, checking the title. Winsbury Mill Inc. Purchase Ledger Y/E Dec ‘83
Not even cleaned the place out from the previous owners…
I enter the second room more easily. The door hinges are corroded, squeaking a protest as I enter. It’s a paint store: shelves stacked with tins and cans, brushes, bottles of cleaner and solvent, stepladders leaning against the wall. The walls run with damp and many of the tins are rusty or leaking.
As I back out, Klempner’s with me again. “She’s not down that way.”
“Only one door left, then.”
It’s solid. Nothing like the previous rotting remnants of a bygone time, this is new: bolts drawn at top and bottom, constructed in steel, set heavy into the wall, and with a high-grade security lock.
I run fingers over hinges and locks. “They weren’t taking any chances with her getting out.”
Klempner scratches at his scalp. “That may be my fault. I did mention to Baxter one time that Jenny had a talent for escape when she was younger.”
What do I say to that?
I have no idea.
So, I say nothing.
smoothly, and I try the handle, just on
his hand already, offered out to me. “I think you should be the one to go in first.
way through Yales, skeleton
That’s the one…
insert, turn, then turn again as the internal levers clunk. Then I try the
a sound, the door swings smoothly
thought I was
the ransom video. I saw the
I was
I’m not.
stench hits me like an assault; a reek of damp and rot and filth left unattended; the stink of drains and raw
All unmeaning, I recoil.
Don’t be a fool…
her hands, without so much as a blanket or a towel. Her manacled ankle is swollen red, the flesh puffed and shiny where the metal cuff bites. Her beautiful hair is dark with
she’s pushed towards the drain where it seeps green-brown. I’m fighting the urge to
swollen, Charlotte’s foetid hospital robe is pulled up around her waist
her voice rising in pitch. “They left me here. Left me alone. Just dumped me in here. And
the door to where a camera sits dead and black,
my shoulders, tugging out blankets and towels. I drop to my knees beside her, cradling her in my arms. “Oh, God, Babe, I'm so sorry.
cupping her cheeks in my palms, pressing my lips to hers. “Let’s get you off the ground and into something warm before we
Then her eyes flick
he looks
the shoulders, holding her as close as I can while the contraction passes, then tugging at the putrid
I bundle around her shoulders, tightening it around herself. Then I wrap a space blanket around that; the silvery surface reflecting oddly in
drink some of this.
careful to heat the soup enough to warm,
What has she eaten?
Anything?
snack with a beer, but as food for a pregnant woman at term? And to one side, the collection of bottles we saw
Klempner looks outward, constantly glancing up to where the security camera indicator remains a dull black. “We need to get out of here. And fast. It’s
or less covered now, ‘decent’
the indecent
Not her…
hand, watching through the half-open door, looks back, taking her in properly this
Nodding vigorously. “I'll try.”
under each armpit. She tries to step, then cries out, collapsing
catch her, helping her down again. “Shh… It's alright. It's alright. We're
doing this? Why do they want to hurt me
They took you as bait. They demanded ransom, but it’s him they
eyes pass beyond Klempner and
eyes up to the camera, still blacked-out… “James had to do something else. We’ve come to
She tries to suppress the
upright, would you. Support
the bubble-wrap from my pack then, choosing a dry area, well off the reeking drain,
Relatively…
Next…
from the wall, as far as you can.
for the first time in her life, “What are you going
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