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.”

did you

from under his brows. “You really want to

“Yes.”

his throat. After he’d told me

in the

I want what’s left of him found.” His tone turns savage. “I want it

turns calmer again, his smile sunny. “If someone has

This is Klempner…

what he’s done to some of the people who seriously

stopped at

didn't want Jenny or Mitch reading something like that in the

end of the hall: Richard,

how is

would say. He blistered

can imagine. Here…” He proffers the second bag. “I should have given you this before, but 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.

bag. “I assumed

head. “You know what they say about

*****

Klempner

to see Jenny

And the baby…

Of course…

To see his Beth, I

now, I pace

half-decorated. Close by, a cardboard box overflows with tinsel and

so, for lack of anything else to do, I make up the fire. It’s not difficult. A wicker basket contains paper,

stack thinnish stove-lengths then thicker logs over it, building

laughter and chatter drifts. I can pick out Jenny’s voice,

her

the nurse trots past the door, uniform crisp, hat

stand, back to the fire, letting the heat bathe

activity, the buzz of excitement fades.

Now what?

Perhaps I should go?

play

be

the fire, leaning with both hands on the mantle, staring down into the flames and where

voice is soft,

Jenny alright?

her sleep and she’s having a bath, cleaning herself up properly now. They’ve put Cara in an incubator, but it’s just a precaution while they make sure

“An incubator? Here?”

away to a clinic or hospital, but unless it’s an emergency…” She shrugs. “I think he just kept

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