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

“Yes.”

he’d

in the

His tone turns savage. “I want it

someone has a quarrel

This is Klempner…

what he’s done to some of

you stopped at

want Jenny or Mitch reading something

the end of the

him. “And how

I would say. He blistered my ears before he settled

we were rather busy. It’s Finchby’s half of

stares at the bag. “I assumed I’d never see

Klempner cocks his head. “You know

*****

Klempner

They want to see Jenny of

And the baby…

Of course…

vanished too. To see

I pace the

by, a cardboard box overflows

to do, I make up the fire. It’s not difficult. A wicker basket contains paper,

thicker logs over it, building it high. A

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

off her

tones rumble down too and occasionally the nurse trots past the door, uniform crisp,

to the fire, letting

fizz of activity, the buzz of excitement fades.

Now what?

Perhaps I should go?

play

should be

with both hands on the mantle, staring down into the

The voice is soft,

“Mitch, is Jenny

having a bath, cleaning herself up properly now. They’ve put

“An incubator? Here?”

here. There’s half a medical facility up there. If they needed to, everyone could be whisked away to a clinic

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