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!”

Another runs up, weeping mascara,

Too stupid to live…

paired hands, then... “Boom...”

it. Eyes widen.

two running the wrong

Fuck…

and there, running ahead of

Finchby…

Gotcha!

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

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

Got the bastard!

onto his feet. “Now move.” Dangling in my grip, half his weight pressed against the collar

with me. “Want a

here

squealing like a piglet that knows it’s

Which it is…

not done anything to you yet. If you

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

Ever the pragmatist…

I release him, top and bottom, and Finchby drops to the ground, landing heavily and on his

him away? Knowing I'd have thought you would have...” James

where he is. I’m sure our friend

him by arms and legs, bodily, James and I drag him towards the door, kicking and

way to the stairs, Hickman, apparently on his way out, but as he sees me, he pauses, eyes dropping to

takes the opportunity to kick out and James cuffs him on the

up and away from his torso. “Hey, I'm not looking for trouble. Like I said…” He looks

Hickman. You were

You told me I was to help you with…” He meets my eye, shrugs. “Sorry,

Hickman, it seems to me

nods glumly. “I'd

feel about a new

eyes spark, head

“Yes, me.”

He straightens up, almost to attention.

can lay your hands on to get this bastard

then, “I'll try his office. Be

“While you're there pick up his

microscopically, looking

for me, you take orders from

“Yes, sir.”

I check my watch. “We

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