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!”

don't get the message. Another runs

Too stupid to live…

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

they get it. Eyes widen. Screaming,

two running the wrong

Fuck…

make after them, and there, running ahead of

Finchby…

Gotcha!

he brings up his pistol. He’s way too slow, yelping

red-faced, spluttering, panicking… I plant my fist in his face and he

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

an understatement. Finchby’s squealing like a

Which it is…

I’ve not done anything to you yet. If you annoy me now, we

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

Ever the pragmatist…

Finchby drops to the ground, landing heavily and on

I'd have thought you would have...” James points two fingers at the

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

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

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

Finchby takes the

looking for trouble. Like I said…” He looks down to Finchby again,

bastard, Hickman. You were

help you with…” He meets my eye, shrugs. “Sorry, Mr Klempner. It wasn’t

Hickman, it seems to me that you're

nods glumly. “I'd say you're

feel

spark,

“Yes, me.”

up, almost to attention. “What

tape, string, anything you can lay your hands

thinks, then, “I'll try his

you're there pick up his

pauses, microscopically, looking to

you take orders

“Yes, sir.”

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

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