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

head inclines. He regards me from under his brows. “You really want to

“Yes.”

he’d told me what I

him in the

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

“If someone has a quarrel

This is Klempner…

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

surprised you stopped at cutting

air. “I didn't want Jenny or Mitch reading something like that in the papers and deciding they were somehow

the end of the

“And how is your friend?

blistered my ears before he

rather busy. It’s Finchby’s half of the money. I think most of it’s there, minus a… um…

at the bag. “I assumed

cocks his head. “You know what they say about

*****

Klempner

see Jenny of course. Spend

And the baby…

Of course…

vanished too. To see his Beth,

I pace

tree stands, half-decorated. Close by, a cardboard box overflows

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;

produces a bright flame and I stack thinnish stove-lengths then thicker logs over it,

chatter drifts. I can pick

her

deeper tones rumble down too and occasionally the nurse trots past the

the fire, letting the

of

Now what?

Perhaps I should go?

play Happy

be tracking

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

is soft, mellow…

is Jenny

caught up on 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?”

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

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