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.

of James, Baxter cradles a handgun, the

I wondered if you’d be joining the party. How’re

growls, “I’ve had better

“Is that him? They have

eyes meet mine then drop

let them kill him. You

between 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

beaten up,

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

voice again. “Drop the gun, Larry. We’re coming in like it or not, and I imagine your little girl

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

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

corridor. Or we finish him. It’ll be slow

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

Oh, God,

“Jenny…” She’s streaming

right now anyway. And do you think we can fight our way past gunfire with Jenny and a new-born baby? At least this way, James is here with

For now…

has a point

have to

weapon, Klempner. And remember we

Not quite true…

I’m below the camera…

quick mental inventory, then toss the gun out

outside, Larry. Hands

shoot me on the

No… Finchby’s a gloater…

up as she groans through

“You handle your

They stay safely at

I saw a man

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

a face I recognise. Baxter’s sidekick from when

you again, Hickman. Just like old

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