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.

the other side of James, Baxter cradles a handgun, the muzzle semi-aimed

“Nice to see you, James. I wondered if you’d be joining

growls, “I’ve had

him? They have him? Is he hurt?” Then she

eyes meet

them kill him. You

scrape of dark hair plastered over the scalp. She leans forward, trying to see over her distended belly then looks up to me.

looks beaten up, but mad

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

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

grunt. As I risk a look outside, James is on the ground, Finchby planting a boot in his

of rising panic. “What are they doing? What

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

To James’ credit, the only sound he makes is a huff of expelled

Don’t let them hurt him. Stop them. Oh, God, Father, please

She’s streaming

way past gunfire with Jenny and a new-born baby? At least this way, James is here with Charlotte and they’ll not

For now…

has a point

don’t have to like

again. “Throw out the weapon, Klempner.

Not quite true…

I’m below the camera…

quick mental inventory,

Larry. Hands

they shoot me on

No… Finchby’s a gloater…

screwed up as she groans through another contraction, looks up at me. “Father…

“You handle your end of it.”

me. They stay safely

ever I saw a man with

me. “Search him.

Baxter’s sidekick from when

see you again, Hickman. Just like

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