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 with

under

“Yes.”

slit his throat. After he’d told

in the

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

has a quarrel

This is Klempner…

what he’s done to some of

surprised you stopped

or Mitch reading something like that in the

end of

“And how

say. He blistered my

“I should have given you this before, but we were rather busy. It’s Finchby’s half of

bag. “I assumed

his head. “You know

*****

Klempner

They want to see Jenny of course. Spend some

And the baby…

Of course…

vanished too. To see his

now, I pace

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

The air is damp with chill, so, for lack of anything else to do, I make up the fire. It’s not difficult. A wicker basket contains paper, matches and kindling; the hearth is

thicker logs over it, building it high. A good burn will heat the stonework and then

and chatter drifts. I can

off her

and occasionally the nurse

fire, letting the heat bathe

the buzz of excitement fades. And depression

Now what?

Perhaps I should go?

play

should be tracking

both hands on the mantle, staring down into the flames and where now,

The voice is soft, mellow…

turn. “Mitch, is Jenny alright?

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

“An incubator? Here?”

“Richard was 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 or hospital, but

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