Hot Revenge Box Set 2

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 with

from under his brows. “You really

“Yes.”

slit his throat. After he’d told me

him in

him found.” His tone turns savage. “I want it known what will happen

someone has a quarrel with me, they can discuss it

This is Klempner…

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

stopped at cutting

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

at the end of the hall:

how is

blistered my ears before he

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

“I assumed I’d never see that

cocks his head. “You know

*****

Klempner

They want to see Jenny of course. Spend

And the baby…

Of course…

see his Beth,

I pace the

half-decorated. Close by, a cardboard box overflows with

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

a bright flame and I stack thinnish stove-lengths then thicker logs over it, building it high. A good burn will heat the stonework and

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

her new

occasionally the nurse trots

fire, letting the heat

the buzz of excitement

Now what?

Perhaps I should go?

them play Happy

be tracking

mantle, staring

The voice is

turn. “Mitch, is Jenny

on her sleep and she’s having a bath, cleaning herself up properly now. They’ve put Cara in an

“An incubator? Here?”

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