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

I wondered if you’d be joining the party.

growls, “I’ve had better

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

eyes meet mine then drop to

kill him. You can’t.” She

hair plastered over the scalp. She leans forward, trying to see over her distended belly

beaten up, but mad as

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

or not, and I imagine your little girl in there

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

panic. “What are they doing? What are they doing

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

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

Oh,

turn. “Jenny…” She’s streaming

way past gunfire with Jenny and a

For now…

a point

I don’t have to

out the weapon, Klempner. And remember we can see you on the

Not quite true…

I’m below the camera…

suck air, run a quick mental inventory,

outside, Larry.

shoot me

No… Finchby’s a gloater…

up as she groans through another contraction, looks up

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

or Baxter who approach me. They stay safely at the far end of the

I saw a man

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

I recognise. Baxter’s sidekick from when

see you again,

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