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

Too stupid to live…

my paired hands, then...

finally, they get it. Eyes widen.

two running the wrong

Fuck…

and there, running ahead of

Finchby…

Gotcha!

and he brings up his pistol. He’s way too slow, yelping as I slap

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

Got the bastard!

Dangling in my grip, half his weight pressed against the collar at the front

up with me. “Want a

Our friend here is being

an understatement. Finchby’s squealing like a piglet that

Which it is…

you yet. If you annoy me now, we might move on

the hair, examining his face. “If you want him able to speak, you’d better not

Ever the pragmatist…

and bottom, and Finchby drops to the ground, landing heavily and

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

is. I’m

bodily, James and I

apparently on his way out,

Finchby, I straighten up. Finchby takes the opportunity to kick out and James

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

Hickman. You

for that, I wasn’t. You told me I was to help you with…” He meets my eye, shrugs. “Sorry, Mr Klempner.

that. Hickman, it seems to me

nods glumly. “I'd say

you feel

eyes spark, head

“Yes, me.”

up, almost to attention. “What would you like me to

you can lay your hands on to get this

try

pick up his laptop and phone if it's

pauses, microscopically,

for me, you

“Yes, sir.”

around.” I check my watch. “We

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