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 do

from under his brows. “You really

“Yes.”

throat. After he’d

him in

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

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

This is Klempner…

he’s done to some of the people who seriously

stopped at

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

at the end of the

how is your friend? Commissioner

blistered my ears before

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 Baxter’s

the bag. “I

his head. “You know what they say about

*****

Klempner

to see Jenny

And the baby…

Of course…

To see his Beth,

I pace

corner, a Christmas tree stands, half-decorated. Close by, a cardboard box overflows with tinsel and

The air is damp with chill, so, for lack of anything else to do, I make up the fire. It’s not

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

drifts. I can pick out Jenny’s

her new

and occasionally the nurse trots past the door, uniform crisp, hat

stand, back to the fire, letting the heat bathe

fizz of activity, the buzz of excitement fades. And depression settles

Now what?

Perhaps I should go?

them play Happy

should be tracking

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

voice is

“Mitch, is Jenny alright? And the

They’ve put Cara in an incubator, but it’s just a precaution while they make sure everything’s

“An incubator? Here?”

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 unless it’s an emergency…” She shrugs. “I think he just kept shoving money at them until they

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