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

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

“I’ve had better

me, Jenny’s voice. “Is that him? They have him? Is he hurt?” Then she breaks into a

eyes meet

let them kill him. 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. “Please, Father… Have they hurt

beaten up, but mad as

let

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

to…” There’s a crunch and a grunt. As I risk a look outside, James is on the

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

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

To James’ credit, the only sound he

are they doing? Don’t let them hurt him. Stop them. Oh, God,

turn. “Jenny…” She’s streaming tears.

we can fight our way past gunfire with Jenny and a new-born

For now…

has a point

I don’t have

the weapon, Klempner. And remember

Not quite true…

I’m below the camera…

suck air, run a quick mental inventory, then toss

outside, Larry.

they shoot me on

No… Finchby’s a gloater…

up as she groans through another

tongue at her. Pointing a finger, “You handle your end of

They stay safely at the far end

a man with murder in

me. “Search him. He’ll

I recognise. Baxter’s sidekick from when he sprang

to see you again, Hickman. Just like old

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