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.

Baxter cradles a handgun, the

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

“I’ve had

They have him? Is he hurt?” Then she breaks into a

stills. His eyes meet mine then

You can’t.” She whimpers, then strains

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 looks up to me.

up, but mad as

“Don’t let them

it or not, and I imagine your little girl in there would prefer this one

There’s a crunch and a grunt.

again, on a note of rising panic. “What are they

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

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

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

“Jenny…” She’s streaming tears. “Jenny, this

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 Charlotte and they’ll not do

For now…

has a

have to like

from outside again. “Throw out the weapon, Klempner. And remember we can see you

Not quite true…

I’m below the camera…

inventory, then

outside, Larry. Hands

they shoot me

No… Finchby’s a gloater…

up as she groans through another contraction, looks up at me.

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

me. They stay safely at the far end of the corridor, standing over the still-prone

man with murder in his

his two heavies towards me.

a face I recognise. Baxter’s sidekick from when

see you again,

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