Hot Revenge Box Set 2

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

under

“Yes.”

his throat. After he’d told me what I

him in

tone turns savage. “I want it known what

someone has a quarrel with me,

This is Klempner…

I know what he’s done to some of

you stopped at cutting

or Mitch reading something like

at the end of the hall: Richard,

“And how is your

blistered my ears

scratches his nose. “I 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

“I assumed I’d never see that

cocks his head. “You know

*****

Klempner

They want to see Jenny of course. Spend

And the baby…

Of course…

too. To see his

now, I

by, a cardboard box overflows with tinsel and paper

inside, winter penetrates. 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 stacked with logs and

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

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

her

rumble down too and occasionally the nurse

the fire, letting the heat bathe

fizz of activity, the buzz of

Now what?

Perhaps I should go?

them play

be tracking

both hands on the mantle, staring down

The voice is soft,

turn. “Mitch, is Jenny alright? And the

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

“An incubator? Here?”

medical facility up there. If they needed to, everyone could be whisked away to a clinic or hospital, but unless it’s an emergency…” She shrugs. “I think he just kept shoving money at them until they agreed to set up here for the