Hot Revenge Box Set 2

Chapter 15

Klempner

Although I can hear chaos from down the stairs, up here now, it’s quiet. There’s no-one in the dance room.

In the pool room, the only sound is the crunching of glass under my boots. I carry on to Finchby’s office.

All empty?

It seems so.

The time?

Time to go.

Except… as I’m about to turn and leave a girl, I see her; barely a teenager, some variety of Asian, Indian perhaps. Streaming tears, she skitters out from behind the desk, making for the kitchen.

I follow her and she cringes back into the corner. I offer my hand. “I’m not going to hurt you. You have to leave.”

She babbles at me in I’ve-no-idea-what language, then abruptly, her face swings up to mine and fingers outstretched, leaps up at me, clawing at my face. Reflexively, I jerk back, and she bolts past me and out, back the way I came.

Fuck!

I dash after her, but in the few seconds, she’s gone, vanished.

Where did she go?

Out?

Or somewhere deeper inside?

I check my watch… Three minutes…

Christ!

I have to find her… If she’s on the stairwell, perhaps I’ll hear her. I turn for the bar, heading for the stairs up and down, and there…

Fuck.

Baxter.

I reach for my Glock… And it’s not there.

Damn… When did I put it down?

Baxter flashes brows. And the knife in his hand. “Going somewhere?”

“I was planning on leaving.” I slip the knife from my belt. “Your friend Finchby has already left the building. I believe the money may be with him.”

“I’m not going to weep over Finchby. And I didn't do it for the cash. Well… mainly not for the cash. And I have my half anyway.”

We circle, eyeball to eyeball.

Make the first move?

Wait for him?

I move slowly, watching for the twitch of the hand. The nudge of the shoulder. The tell that he's going to stop talking and...

He slashes out… moves fast…

But it’s a feint and we both know it, calculated to draw a reaction from me.

Testing me…

My speed…

My reactions…

Younger than me...

How much by?

Ten years?

His knife...

inches.

Well used…

Left-handed…

Thinks that gives him an

right-handers. I've done

Hard. Fast. Teeth bared. Pupils

back and he follows through, but I grab him by the arm. We grapple. His blade to my throat. My

I

Sweat. Sour.

sour scent of

Not excitement.

Fear.

I'm overreaching… off-balance… and I pull

but as he swings away, my fist

my advantage, I bully forward, reaching for his blade, slashing out

hand and he twists

The other knife...

Ambidextrous?

Just well-practised. As he swerves away from my right hand, my left

the rib cage and

Got you, you bastard…

her. The

me and Baxter, she charges between us and I twist away to avoid slicing the

back, my foot

Drinks slops?

Blood?

In slow motion...

my arms

I go down...

on top of

…

as his

rasp of

metallic tang of

Whose?

Mine…

me, grinning maniacally, he hovers, enjoying his moment, the knife

at the vein, he reaches into his

My Glock?

aiming for my forehead,

not use the

the balls for

I swing round wildly, one way or the other, searching for

There are none.

the barrel of my own fucking gun and to Baxter’s crocodile

Is this it?

this is how

the ways I could have died over the years, I’m taken out

I

Live by the sword…

mind works at these moments. The brain does odd things under extreme

don’t think I’m

The rest of

My throat tightens…

aren't you just the real man.” The voice is sultry, smooth, and drips honey and contempt in equal measure… “A hero with a gun and a

I know

its owner. So

close to six feet in the spiked heels. The matching skirt just clears

a face made up with emerald eyes painted Goth-dark and fuck-me

“Mitch?”

admit it. I

So does Baxter.

of women offering their all. But nothing compares to Mitch in all her

have never seen her dressed like this, not

chin lifted, one leg a little curved to strike a pose. And with

tag dangles, an open silver loop. She hooks a finger

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