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 cared

Well used…

Left-handed…

that gives him an

against right-handers.

Hard. Fast. Teeth bared. Pupils

back and he follows through, but I grab him by the arm. We grapple.

I

Sweat. Sour.

sour scent

Not excitement.

Fear.

and suddenly I'm overreaching… off-balance… and I pull back recovering

neck but

my advantage, I bully forward, reaching for his

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

The other knife...

Ambidextrous?

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

the rib

Got you, you bastard…

her. The Indian

the exit, apparently blind to me and Baxter, she charges between us and

my

Drinks slops?

Blood?

In slow motion...

arms wind-milling

I go down...

Baxter’s on top of

…

My gasp as his

The rasp

metallic tang

Whose?

Mine…

maniacally, he hovers, enjoying his moment, the knife poised at my

vein, he reaches into his jacket, he takes out

My Glock?

my

not use

got the balls for

wildly, one way or the

There are none.

barrel of

Is this it?

this is

the ways I could have died over the years,

something I didn’t

Live by the sword…

these moments. The brain does odd things under extreme

think I’m

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

My throat tightens…

real man.” The voice is sultry, smooth, and drips honey and contempt in equal measure…

know that

its

thigh boots set her close to six feet in the spiked heels. The matching skirt

smooth white shoulders and frames a face made up

“Mitch?”

admit it. I

So does Baxter.

be a brothel. It might have been full of women offering their all. But nothing compares to Mitch

like this, not

strike a pose. And with an eye on Baxter that dares him to do

zipper tag dangles, an open silver loop. She hooks a finger into the loop and tooth by tooth, slides

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