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.

other side of James, Baxter cradles a handgun,

wondered

growls, “I’ve had

“Is that him? They have him?

meet

him. You

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

beaten up,

back against Michael, her face contorted. “Don’t let

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

voice is a 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

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

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

kick. To James’ credit, the only sound he makes

they doing? Don’t let them hurt him. Stop them. Oh, God, Father, please stop them. I’ve never asked you

turn. “Jenny…” She’s streaming

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

For now…

a

have to

“Throw out the weapon, Klempner.

Not quite true…

I’m below the camera…

a quick mental inventory, then toss the gun out into

Larry.

shoot me

No… Finchby’s a gloater…

up as she groans through

handle your end of it.” She nods, panting, and I step

form, it’s not Finchby or Baxter who approach me. They stay

I saw a man with murder

me. “Search him.

Baxter’s sidekick from when he sprang

to see you again, Hickman. Just

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