Hot Revenge Box Set 2

Chapter 10

Klempner

A voice echoes from outside the room. “Larry, what d’you think you’re doing in there? You really think you have a chance?”

“I might ask you the same question, Baxter.”

“Do you seriously think you can get out of there? You’re covered from all angles in a dead-end corridor. You’ve nowhere to go. Put the gun down and come out with your hands raised.

“Fuck you!”

There is a pause and the sound of movement and muttering, then, “If you don’t drop the weapon then we might have to take alternative action. We have a friend of yours with us. And to be fair, we have the money too.”

James…

A bluff?

Probably not…

“You going to take a look? He’s been missing you…”

And in the background, cursing; another voice I recognise.

Darting forward, then back, I risk a check around the door and down the corridor.

And yes, it’s James, battered and bruised but definitely not out of the game.

He looks fucking furious…

One eye is swollen almost shut, bruised to a shade of blue-crimson, the orb, a ball of blood. His head is raised against the muzzle pushing up at his chin to one side, the knife at his throat to the other. And I think his hands are cuffed behind him.

Standing to one side, Finchby, carrying something…

The money?

No… some kind of box…

More like a fisherman’s tackle box…

His grin is beyond irritating.

the other side of James, Baxter cradles a handgun, the muzzle semi-aimed

see you, James. I wondered if you’d be joining the party.

growls, “I’ve had

have him?

His eyes meet mine then drop to

him. You can’t.”

scalp. She leans forward, trying

up, but mad

face contorted. “Don’t let them

coming in like it or not, and I imagine your little girl in there would prefer this

me to…” There’s a crunch and a grunt. As

“What are they doing? What are

out the weapon. Kick it into the corridor. Or we finish him. It’ll

sentence with another kick. To James’ credit, the

doing? Don’t let them hurt him. Stop them. Oh, God, Father, please stop them.

She’s streaming tears. “Jenny,

to me, “We can’t get out right now anyway. And do you think we can fight our way past gunfire with Jenny and a new-born baby? At least this

For now…

a

I don’t have

Klempner. And remember we

Not quite true…

I’m below the camera…

run a quick mental inventory, then toss the gun out into

outside, Larry. Hands

shoot me

No… Finchby’s a gloater…

groans through another contraction, looks

Pointing a finger, “You handle your end of

stay

a man with

me. “Search

face I recognise. Baxter’s sidekick from when he sprang me from the prison

you again, Hickman.

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