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

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

“Yes.”

After he’d told me

him in the

want it known what will happen

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

This is Klempner…

he’s done to some of the people who

surprised you stopped at

Jenny or Mitch reading something like that in the papers and deciding

at the end of

“And how is

say. He blistered my

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 of it’s there, minus a… um… finder’s fee to Hickman. I thought that was appropriate. I’ve not

at the bag. “I assumed I’d

“You know what

*****

Klempner

upstairs. They want to see Jenny of

And the baby…

Of course…

see his

I pace

a Christmas tree stands, half-decorated. Close by, a cardboard

else to do, I make up the fire. It’s not difficult.

stove-lengths then thicker logs over it,

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

her

occasionally the nurse

to the fire, letting the

fizz of activity, the buzz of excitement fades. And

Now what?

Perhaps I should go?

them play Happy

should be tracking

hands on the mantle, staring down into the flames and where now, wood begins

is soft, mellow…

turn. “Mitch, is Jenny alright? And the

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

“An incubator? Here?”

they needed to, everyone could be whisked away to a clinic or hospital,

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