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

under his

“Yes.”

throat. After he’d told me what I

in

“I want it

someone has a quarrel with me,

This is Klempner…

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

stopped at cutting

Mitch reading something like that in the papers and deciding

at the end of the hall: Richard, watching,

him. “And how is your friend? Commissioner

say. He blistered

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

bag. “I assumed I’d never

head. “You know what they say

*****

Klempner

see

And the baby…

Of course…

see his Beth,

now, I

half-decorated. Close by, a

up the fire. It’s not difficult. A wicker basket contains paper, matches and kindling; the

flame and I stack thinnish stove-lengths then thicker logs over it, building it high. A good

of laughter and chatter drifts. I can pick out

her new

down too and occasionally the nurse trots past the door, uniform

to the fire, letting

the buzz of excitement fades. And depression settles

Now what?

Perhaps I should go?

them play Happy

should be tracking

staring down into the flames and

is soft, mellow…

“Mitch, is Jenny

bath, cleaning herself up properly now. They’ve

“An incubator? Here?”

facility up there. If they needed to, everyone could be whisked away to a clinic or hospital, but unless it’s an emergency…” She

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