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

Too stupid to live…

my paired hands, then... “Boom...”

they get it. Eyes

running the

Fuck…

after them, and

Finchby…

Gotcha!

too slow, yelping as I

Larry…” He’s red-faced, spluttering, panicking… I plant my fist in his

Got the bastard!

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

me. “Want a

here

Finchby’s squealing like a

Which it is…

you annoy me now, we might move on to that part of

hair, examining his face. “If you want him able to speak, you’d better not strangle him. You’re crushing his

Ever the pragmatist…

and bottom, and Finchby drops to the

have thought you would have...” James points

Baxter's not here and I need to know where he is. I’m sure our friend here will be able to tell us

and I

our way to the stairs, Hickman, apparently on his way out,

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

“Hey, I'm not looking for trouble. Like I said…” He looks down to Finchby again,

Hickman.

help you with…”

get that. Hickman, it seems to

“I'd say

feel about a new

spark,

“Yes, me.”

almost to attention. “What would you

tape, string, anything you can lay your

then, “I'll try

“While you're there pick up

microscopically,

you're working for me, you take

“Yes, sir.”

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

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