Hot Revenge Box Set 2

Michael

Mitch drives home. I’m exhausted. James and Klempner don’t look much different. From the back, it sounds as though Finchby has woken up. If he were still out, I don’t think he’d be squealing like a stuck pig.

After a while, Klempner speaks. “I need a little chat with Finchby there. Where would you like me to conduct his interview?”

There’s a thump from the trunk and he looks back then to Mitch. “It needs to be somewhere the women won’t hear. Is there one of your outbuildings I can use perhaps?”

Mitch glances sidelong. “Don’t worry about upsetting me. I’ll hold your coat.”

James, his expression savage, breaks in before I can reply. “We can do better than that.”

“Where?”

“Downstairs.”

It takes a moment for James’ meaning to sink in. “Downstairs? You mean…?”

“Yes. That’s what I mean.”

As we crunch onto the drive, Klempner produces another of the phial and syringe sets, pursing his lips as he draws the drug into the chamber, then tapping it. “James, Michael. Open the trunk and I’ll get him quiet again before we take him through your home.”

The trunk clicks open and the needle plunges into Finchby’s arm. The tape-masked shriek dies in his throat and…

“Give me a second,” I say. “Richard hinted he’d been up to something last night. Let me go see what’s happening.”

It’s as well I did. A blue-uniformed nurse is in the hall, discussing something on a clipboard with Richard. As he sees me, he steps smartly forward… “Ah… Michael…” He cups my elbow, easing me out of the door again. “Is everyone…?”

The question dies on his lips. “James. Klempner. I’m pleased to see you.” His gaze lingers on James damaged eyes, the slash, leaking red, on Klempner’s chest, then moves to the bound and unconscious Finchby. “Is that one of them?”

“Yes…” James heaves breath, then. “He was planning on prostituting Charlotte and selling Cara for organs. We need to ask him about where to find the other one. We’re taking him downstairs.”

Richard inhales. “You’d better bring him in around the back. We have a houseful here.”

Klempner reacts. “Police?”

“No. Medics. Doctors. Nurses. For both Charlotte and Elizabeth…. I… I had an eventful night too.”

“Is everything alright? Charlotte?”

“Yes, she’s fine. I’ll tell you later. Right now, she’s sleeping and I’d say likely to stay that way for some while yet. I have a nurse watching her and Cara while she sleeps herself out.” He glances back to the door, holding up a palm. “Give me two minutes to clear the hall, then come in through the back. Go straight down.”

inside. “Ah, Doctor Polinski. Could I have a word, please. You too, nurse. Now, about

past. “I’m going to go see Jenny and the baby.”

him and we heft Finchby around the side of the

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Klempner

off to either side. “I’d not realised it was

James opens the door ahead of

Finchby at the shoulders, says, “You

sure. Can you think

fuck’s sake, don’t ever

her knowing about

“Suits me.”

us, Michael and I heft the unconscious Finchby

Fuck me…

Don’t show surprise…

James. His mouth quirks and he drops

It’s a torture chamber.

at first

Of course it isn’t…

whips and chains; stone walls, a

a glass-fronted cooler containing wine and beer, and a huge bed at

of a

of relationship my Jenny has with

Until now.

Keep your cool…

Michael halts. “Where?”

extends a finger. “That will do for a start. Take his

a chain, suspended from the ceiling a kind of winch and pulley arrangement. While Michael and I manhandle the unconscious Finchby into position, James takes something from a

cuffs; these the real McCoy in steel. He fiddles with the bar for a moment,

wrists, then clips a carabiner between

upright, arms over his head,

catch. “That do for

quite satisfactory, James. I’ll admit, I’m looking forward to seeing his expression when he

turns. “Michael, set up a table where Finchby can see it. And another one behind him where he can’t.” He turns back and leaves

on the arm. “Give

us, we carry a small table, placing it as James asked, squarely in front of Finchby. Then another behind him. Michael stalls, pondering, then shifts the front table off to the side

What the fuck?