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.

side of James, Baxter cradles a

down. “Nice to see you, James. I wondered

growls, “I’ve had better

They have him? Is he hurt?” Then she breaks into a

meet mine then

let them kill him. You can’t.” She

dark hair plastered over the scalp. She leans forward, trying to see over her distended belly then looks up to me. “Please, Father… Have

looks beaten up,

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

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

snarl. “Fuck you. You’re not using me to…” There’s a crunch and a grunt. As I risk a look outside, James is on the ground, Finchby planting a

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

finish him. It’ll be slow and it’ll be

with another kick. To James’ credit, the only sound he makes is a huff

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

She’s streaming tears. “Jenny, this isn’t

can’t get out right now anyway. And do you think we can fight our way past gunfire with Jenny

For now…

has a point

don’t have to

weapon, Klempner. And

Not quite true…

I’m below the camera…

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

outside, Larry.

me

No… Finchby’s a gloater…

as she groans through another contraction, looks up

click my tongue at her. Pointing a finger, “You handle your end of it.” She nods,

to form, it’s not Finchby or Baxter who approach me. They stay safely at the far

saw a man

two heavies towards me. “Search him. He’ll have other

Baxter’s sidekick from when he sprang me from the

see you again, Hickman. Just

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