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.

James, Baxter cradles a handgun, the muzzle

I wondered

growls, “I’ve had better

“Is that him? They have him? Is he hurt?” Then

meet mine then drop

let them kill him. You can’t.” She

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

beaten up,

drops back against Michael, her face contorted. “Don’t let them hurt him. Oh,

like it or not, and I imagine your little girl in there

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

of rising panic. “What

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

end of the sentence with another kick. To James’ credit, the only sound he makes is

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

streaming tears.

you think we can fight our way past gunfire with Jenny and a new-born baby? At least this way, James

For now…

a point

I don’t have to

weapon, Klempner. And remember

Not quite true…

I’m below the camera…

inventory, then toss the gun

outside, Larry.

shoot me on the

No… Finchby’s a gloater…

screwed up as she groans through

“You handle your end of it.” She nods, panting, and

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

I saw a man with murder in his

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

from when he sprang me

see you again, Hickman.

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