Hot Revenge Box Set 2

Chapter 14

James

The ‘music’ is still playing, and I don’t hear the sound, but beside me, a half-empty cocktail glass shatters and Klempner, snatching at my arm, tugs me to one side. Crouching behind the bar, “That’s Finchby.”

“How d’you know it’s Finchby?”

“Because he’s a fucking lousy shot.”

“So, where’s Baxter?”

Above us, in a line on the shelves above us, the top rank of bottles shatter, exploding their contents in a multi-hued shower of liquid and shattered glass. “That’s Baxter.” Abruptly, the music cuts out…

“Thank fuck for that,” mutters Klempner beside me, inching up to look over the bar.

Another line of fire, lower this time…

Finchby’s voice. “That’s my stock you’re shooting up, Baxter…”

Klempner grins. “C’mon… They’re in the office.” His head swings. “Where’s Jenny?”

“Down the stairs. Hopefully, Michael already has her out.”

“Good. That gives us a free hand.” He checks his watch. “Right, with me… One, two, three…”

His rifle over the bar, Klempner fires blind towards the office door. It chatters then falls silent. He curses…

Out of ammo?

Jammed?

… then tugs a handgun from his pocket and fires. “Run…”

*****

 

Klempner

A group of half a dozen of the women mill around, seeming not to know what to do without someone telling them...

Natural slaves...

The Glock raised in my hand, “Get out!”

One blathers at me, runs up pleading, then her eyes fix on my pistol.

“Out!” I yell, pointing to the door. “Saia! Ir!”

message. Another runs

Too stupid to live…

hands,

finally, they get it. Eyes widen. Screaming,

running the

Fuck…

them, and there,

Finchby…

Gotcha!

brings up his pistol. He’s way too slow, yelping as I slap the hand to one side, banging the

panicking… I plant my fist in his face and

Got the bastard!

weight pressed against the collar at the front of his neck, it’s got to be

with me. “Want a hand

Our friend here is being

like a piglet that knows

Which it is…

the fuck up, Finchby. I’ve not done anything to you yet. If you annoy me now, we

“If you want him

Ever the pragmatist…

a shame.” I release him, top and bottom, and Finchby drops to

I'd have thought you would have...” James points two fingers at the

“You're right. I would. But Baxter's not here and I need to know where he is. I’m sure our friend here will be able to

James and I drag him towards the door, kicking and struggling

stairs, Hickman, apparently on his way out, but as he sees

Finchby takes the opportunity to kick out and

for trouble. Like I said…” He looks down to Finchby again, his mouth pinching… “I don't want nothing to do with cutting

bawls… “You bastard, Hickman. You

that, I wasn’t. You told me I was to help you with…” He meets my eye,

seems to me that

glumly. “I'd say

you feel about a

eyes spark, head

“Yes, me.”

almost to attention.

can lay your hands on to

try

pick up his laptop and phone if

pauses, microscopically, looking

me, you take orders

“Yes, sir.”

hang around.” I check my

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