Hot Revenge Box Set 2

Chapter 10

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.

other side of James, Baxter cradles a handgun, the

wondered if

growls, “I’ve had better

that him? They have him? Is he hurt?”

stills. His eyes meet

him. You can’t.” She whimpers, then strains

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

beaten up,

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

Larry. We’re coming in like it or not, and

not using me to…” There’s a crunch and a grunt. As I risk a look outside,

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

we finish him. It’ll be slow and

the sentence with another kick. To James’ credit,

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

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

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

For now…

a

I don’t have to like

out the weapon, Klempner. And remember

Not quite true…

I’m below the camera…

suck air, run a quick mental inventory, then toss

Larry.

me on the

No… Finchby’s a gloater…

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

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

who approach me. They stay safely at

saw a man with

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

sidekick from when he sprang me from the

to see you again, Hickman. Just

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