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

me from under

“Yes.”

After he’d told me

in the

want it

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

This is Klempner…

what he’s done to some of

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 hall: Richard, watching,

how is your

blistered

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

“I assumed I’d never

his head. “You

*****

Klempner

Michael head upstairs. They want to see Jenny of course.

And the baby…

Of course…

see his Beth,

I

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

the fire. It’s not difficult.

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

drifts. I can pick out Jenny’s

off her

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

to the fire, letting

of activity, the buzz of

Now what?

Perhaps I should go?

play Happy

be

mantle, staring down

voice is

Jenny

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

“An incubator? Here?”

whisked away to a clinic or hospital, but unless it’s an emergency…” She shrugs.

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