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.

Baxter cradles a handgun, the muzzle semi-aimed

to see you, James. I wondered if you’d

growls, “I’ve

behind me, Jenny’s voice. “Is that him? They have him? Is he

stills. His eyes meet mine then drop to

him. You can’t.” She whimpers,

her 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 looks up to me. “Please, Father… Have

up, but

let them hurt him.

the gun, Larry. We’re coming in like it or not, and I

a snarl. “Fuck you. You’re not using me to…” There’s a crunch and a grunt. As I risk

of rising panic. “What are they doing? What

throw out the weapon. Kick it into the corridor. Or we finish him. It’ll be slow and it’ll be noisy and she’ll

the sentence with another kick. To James’ credit, the only

him. Stop them. Oh, God,

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

our way past gunfire with Jenny and a new-born baby? At least this way, James

For now…

has a

don’t have

out the weapon, Klempner. And remember we can see

Not quite true…

I’m below the camera…

air, run a quick mental inventory, then toss the gun

outside, Larry. Hands

they shoot me on the

No… Finchby’s a gloater…

through another

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

stay safely at the far end of the corridor, standing over the

a man with

his two heavies towards me. “Search him. He’ll

I recognise. Baxter’s sidekick from when he sprang

again, Hickman. Just like

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