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!”

get the message. Another

Too stupid to live…

Glock, I cup my paired hands,

get it. Eyes

running the wrong

Fuck…

them, and there,

Finchby…

Gotcha!

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

panicking… I plant my fist in his face and

Got the bastard!

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

with me. “Want

friend here

like a piglet that

Which it is…

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

tugs his head back by the hair, examining his face. “If you want him able to speak, you’d better not strangle

Ever the pragmatist…

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

carry him away? Knowing I'd have thought you would have...” James points two fingers

But Baxter's not here and I need to know where he is. I’m

I drag him towards the door,

to the stairs, Hickman, apparently on his way

keeping my grip on Finchby, I straighten up. Finchby takes the opportunity

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

“You bastard, Hickman. You

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

I get that. Hickman, it seems to me that you're

glumly. “I'd

feel

eyes spark,

“Yes, me.”

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

anything you can lay your hands on to

nods, thinks, then, “I'll try his office. Be right

up. “While you're there pick up his

microscopically, looking

me, you take orders from

“Yes, sir.”

around.” I check my watch. “We only have

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