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.

side of James, Baxter cradles a handgun, the muzzle

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

“I’ve had

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

His eyes meet mine then drop to

You can’t.” She whimpers, then

is emerging. Bloodied, with a scrape of dark hair plastered over the scalp. She leans forward, trying to see

up, but

Michael, her face contorted. “Don’t let

or not, and

crunch and a grunt. As I risk a look outside, James is on the ground, Finchby

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

weapon. Kick it into the corridor. Or we finish him. It’ll

To James’ credit, the only sound he

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

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

out right now anyway. And do you think we can fight our way past gunfire with Jenny and a new-born

For now…

has a

have

the weapon, Klempner. And remember we can see you on the

Not quite true…

I’m below the camera…

quick mental inventory, then

outside, Larry.

they shoot me on the

No… Finchby’s a gloater…

as she groans through another

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

form, it’s not Finchby or Baxter who approach me. They stay safely at the far end of

man with

heavies towards me. “Search him.

from

again, Hickman.

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