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...

eight inches. Well cared

Well used…

Left-handed…

that gives him

practice against right-handers. I've

Hard. Fast. Teeth bared.

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

I

Sweat. Sour.

scent

Not excitement.

Fear.

breaks away, dancing back from me and suddenly I'm overreaching…

I lash for his neck but as

forward, reaching for

slash at his chest with my right hand and he twists away, still

The other knife...

Ambidextrous?

away from my

the rib cage

Got you, you bastard…

her. The Indian

pelting for the exit, apparently blind to me and Baxter, she charges between us and I twist

staggering back, my foot

Drinks slops?

Blood?

In slow motion...

arms wind-milling for

I go down...

on top of

…

as his blade slices across

rasp of shredding

The metallic tang of

Whose?

Mine…

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

at the vein, he reaches into his

My Glock?

for my forehead, he

use

the balls

my elbows I swing round wildly, one way or

There are none.

staring straight up the barrel of my own fucking

Is this it?

this

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

for something I

Live by the sword…

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

think

looms close and huge. The rest of the world vanishes around

My throat tightens…

sultry, smooth, and drips honey and contempt in equal measure… “A hero with a gun and a

I know

eyes swing to its

boots set her close to six feet in the spiked heels. The matching skirt just clears the crotch and the zip-front

gloriously over smooth white shoulders and frames a face made up with emerald eyes

“Mitch?”

it.

So does Baxter.

of women offering their all. But

have never seen her dressed like this, not even

stands tall, chin lifted, one leg a little curved to strike a pose. And with an eye on Baxter that dares him to do his

finger into the loop

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