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 runs up,

Too stupid to live…

hands, then... “Boom...” I open them up.

it. Eyes

two running the wrong

Fuck…

make after them, and there,

Finchby…

Gotcha!

he sees me coming and he brings up his pistol. He’s way too slow, yelping as

I plant my fist in his face and he

Got the bastard!

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

catches up with me. “Want a

here

understatement. Finchby’s squealing like a piglet that

Which it is…

anything to you yet. If you annoy me now, we

want him able to speak, you’d better not strangle him. You’re crushing his

Ever the pragmatist…

bottom, and Finchby drops to the ground, landing heavily

I'd have thought you would have...” James points two fingers at the little runt, pulling

I need to know where he is. I’m sure

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

apparently on his way out, but as he sees me, he

the opportunity to kick out and James

Like I said…” He looks down to Finchby again, his mouth pinching…

bawls… “You bastard, Hickman. You were

wasn’t. You told me I was to help you with…” He meets

to me that you're out of

“I'd say you're

you feel

eyes spark, head

“Yes, me.”

to attention.

anything you can lay your hands on

“I'll try his office. Be

pipes up. “While you're there pick up his laptop and phone if it's

pauses, microscopically, looking to

for me, you take orders from

“Yes, sir.”

my

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