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

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

“Yes.”

he’d told me

him in the

tone turns savage. “I want

has a quarrel with me, they can discuss

This is Klempner…

I know what he’s done to some

stopped

reading something like that

end of the

“And how is

would say. He blistered

scratches his nose. “I can 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,

“I

Klempner cocks his head. “You know what they say about

*****

Klempner

They want to see Jenny

And the baby…

Of course…

vanished too. To see his Beth, I

now, I pace the

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

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

a bright flame and I stack thinnish stove-lengths then thicker logs

the sound of laughter and chatter drifts. I can pick out

off her new

too and occasionally the nurse

the fire, letting the heat bathe

fizz of activity, the buzz of excitement fades.

Now what?

Perhaps I should go?

play

should be

turn to stand over the fire, leaning with both hands on the mantle, staring down into the flames and

voice is soft, mellow…

is Jenny alright?

she’s having a bath, cleaning herself up properly now. They’ve put Cara in

“An incubator? Here?”

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

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