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.

cradles a handgun, the

you, James. I wondered if you’d be joining the party.

“I’ve

“Is that him? They have

meet mine then drop

him. You can’t.” She whimpers,

the scalp. She leans forward, trying to see over her distended belly then looks up to me. “Please, Father… Have

up, but mad

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

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

“Fuck you. You’re not using me to…” There’s a crunch and a grunt. As I risk a look outside, James is on the

rising panic. “What are they doing?

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

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

Stop them. Oh, God, Father, please stop them. I’ve never asked you for

She’s streaming tears. “Jenny,

then to me, “We can’t get out right now anyway. And do you think we can fight our way past gunfire with Jenny and a new-born

For now…

a

I don’t have

outside again. “Throw out the weapon, Klempner. And remember

Not quite true…

I’m below the camera…

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

Larry. Hands

shoot me on the

No… Finchby’s a gloater…

up as she groans through another contraction, looks up

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

approach me. They stay safely at the far end of the corridor, standing over

I saw a man

nods his two heavies towards me.

a face I recognise. Baxter’s sidekick from when

again, Hickman. Just like old

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