James

But downstairs in my playroom, Klempner is nowhere to be seen. Neither is he in the laundry, the boiler room or anywhere else.

Finchby has vanished too.

Michael regards the empty spot. Clicking a thumbnail against his teeth. “There’s only one way he could have gotten out.”

“Yes, there is. Michael, Klempner knew the tunnel existed. How long d'you think it would have taken him to find it if he was seriously looking?”

Hissing through his teeth, he marches across to the hidden exit at the far end of the chamber.

A click, the concealed door opens and he vanishes inside.

Re-emerging a minute later. “There’re drag marks where the floor turns to earth. You want to follow them?”

“I don’t think I do. I’m not sure I want to be responsible for whatever happens to Finchby. Besides, I have more immediate things to do.”

“Such as?”

“I have a hard drive to clean up before I deliver it to the police.”

Michael scratches at forty-eight-hour stubble. “I suspect Finchby may not be our problem anymore.”

“I suspect you’re right. Klempner wanted to question him some more. I doubt he’ll survive the experience.”

“And Klempner?”

“He'll be back.”

“You think?”

“Mitch.”

*****

The following evening, the front door opens and Klempner breezes in as if he had not a care in the world.

“James, Michael, sorry to leave you so precipitously. I'm sure you understand why.”

He’s changed, wearing fresh clothes which look new and fit him well; trousers, a roll-top sweater, jacket and shoes. And he carries a pair of bags, offering one to me.

“Yours. Thank you for the loan. I had them laundered of course.”

“Finchby?” I ask, cautiously.

“... Will trouble you no more.” His gaze is direct. “Or for that matter, anyone else.”

you do

me from under his

“Yes.”

throat. After he’d

him in

what’s left of him found.” His tone turns savage. “I want it known what will happen to anyone who

“If someone has a quarrel with me, they can discuss

This is Klempner…

know what he’s done to some of

stopped at cutting

or Mitch reading something like that in the papers and deciding they were somehow

of

how is your

I would say. He blistered my ears before

we were rather busy. It’s Finchby’s half of the money. I think most of it’s there, minus a… um… finder’s fee to Hickman. I thought that was appropriate. I’ve not recovered

“I

cocks his head. “You know what they say

*****

Klempner

head upstairs. They want to see

And the baby…

Of course…

vanished too. To see his Beth, I

I

corner, a Christmas tree stands, half-decorated. Close by, a cardboard

anything else to do, I make up the fire. It’s

then thicker logs over it, building it high. A good

upstairs, the sound of laughter and chatter drifts. I can pick out Jenny’s

her

the nurse trots past the door, uniform

stand, back to the fire, letting the heat

buzz of excitement fades. And

Now what?

Perhaps I should go?

play Happy

be

the mantle, staring

is soft,

Jenny alright? And

having a bath, cleaning herself up properly now. They’ve put Cara in an incubator, but it’s just a precaution

“An incubator? Here?”

busy while he was here. There’s half a medical facility up there. If they needed to, everyone could be whisked away to a clinic

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