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!”

they don't get the message. Another runs up, weeping mascara, at

Too stupid to live…

Glock, I cup my paired hands, then... “Boom...” I open them

get it.

running

Fuck…

and there, running ahead

Finchby…

Gotcha!

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

He’s red-faced, spluttering, panicking… I plant my fist

Got the bastard!

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

catches up with me. “Want a

Our friend here is being

understatement. Finchby’s squealing like a

Which it is…

not done anything to you yet. If you annoy me now, we might move

hair, examining his face. “If you want him able to speak, you’d better

Ever the pragmatist…

Finchby drops to

want to carry him away? Knowing I'd have thought you would have...” James points two fingers at the little

he is. I’m sure our friend here will be able to tell us where to find him,

and I drag him towards the

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

takes the opportunity to kick out and James cuffs

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

“You bastard, Hickman.

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

I get that. Hickman, it seems to

nods glumly. “I'd

do you feel about a

eyes spark,

“Yes, me.”

Mr Klempner.” He straightens up, almost to attention. “What would you like me

you can lay your hands on to get this

“I'll try

up his laptop and phone

microscopically,

me, you take orders

“Yes, sir.”

my watch. “We only have

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