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

Well used…

Left-handed…

that gives him

right-handers.

Fast. Teeth bared.

the arm. We grapple. His

I

Sweat. Sour.

sour scent of

Not excitement.

Fear.

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

lash for his neck but as he swings away, my

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

right hand and

The other knife...

Ambidextrous?

he swerves away from my right hand, my left hand is

the rib cage

Got you, you bastard…

her. The

Baxter, she charges between us and

back, my

Drinks slops?

Blood?

In slow motion...

my arms wind-milling for

I go down...

Baxter’s on

…

gasp as his blade slices

The rasp of

metallic

Whose?

Mine…

hovers, enjoying his moment, the knife poised at

at the vein, he reaches into

My Glock?

my

use the

got the balls for

my elbows I swing round wildly, one way or the other, searching

There are none.

up, I’m staring straight up the barrel of my own fucking gun and to Baxter’s crocodile

Is this it?

time… this is how

Of all the ways I could have died

something I

Live by the sword…

mind works at these moments. The brain does odd

think

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

My throat tightens…

contempt in

know that

to its owner.

in the spiked heels. The matching skirt just clears the

hair tumbles gloriously over smooth white shoulders and frames a face made

“Mitch?”

it.

So does Baxter.

be a brothel. It might have been full of women offering their

dressed like

leg a little curved to strike a pose. And with an eye on Baxter that

She hooks a finger into

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