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.

cradles

I wondered if you’d be joining the party. How’re you

growls, “I’ve had

that him? They have him? Is he

His eyes meet

let them kill him. You can’t.”

legs, a head is emerging. Bloodied, with a scrape of dark hair plastered over the scalp. She leans forward, trying to see over her distended belly then

up, but mad

her face contorted. “Don’t let them hurt him. Oh,

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

crunch and a grunt. As I risk a look outside, James is on the ground, Finchby planting a boot in

on a note of rising panic. “What are they doing? What are

corridor. Or we finish him. It’ll be slow and it’ll be noisy and she’ll hear every second of

with another kick. To James’ credit, the only

them hurt him. Stop them. Oh, God, Father, please stop them. I’ve never asked you for

She’s streaming tears. “Jenny,

then 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 way, James is here with Charlotte and they’ll not do him any more

For now…

has a point

I don’t have to

“Throw out the weapon, Klempner. And remember

Not quite true…

I’m below the camera…

inventory, then toss the gun out into

Larry.

me

No… Finchby’s a gloater…

she groans through another contraction, looks up at me. “Father…

a finger, “You handle your end of it.” She

approach me. They stay safely at the far end of the corridor, standing over the

ever I saw a man with murder

towards me.

from when he sprang me from the prison

to see you again, Hickman.

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