Hot Revenge Box Set 4

Chapter 21

Antonio's concern for me is touching but it’s cost me long seconds. As I emerge, blinking against the sunlight, Wonder Boy has vanished.

Fuck!

Have I lost him?

I spin, scanning all around, seeking my quarry, ignoring the curious stares of passers-by…

… The line of parked cars…

Doorways…

… along the block…

… the other side of the street…

Zip. Nada…

Then, sprinting across the street, dodging the traffic, I make it to the corner: the clothes store I used as my lurking spot when I first came here.

How long did he hold me up?

Twenty seconds?

Thirty?

How far can the bastard have gone?

Then, I see him again, tall against the crowd.

He emerges from the next door along from Antonio’s, a small hair-salon-cum-barber-shop. Shoving something into his pocket, he turns my way…

The clothing store?

It appears Santa Claus is doing his rounds, collecting his gifts from all the little boys and girls on his list, regardless of whether they’re naughty or nice.

myself to wait, watching the store entrance as he enters, strolling in as though he owns the fucking

the people… Own the

windows, I see him inside,

he has her trapped, enclosed between his chest and arms, and the wall. Even from here, I can

his height, looking down on her, moving in on her space as he cages her with his body. But it’s different between them; easily seen for

…and accept…

… the rules.

is the

If that were Jenny…

My gut tightens…

Then, inwardly, I chuckle.

at his throat. The only time anyone ever took my daughter down, she was nine

ducks, then slides away from Wonder Boy, making for the counter, Stabbing at the till, she snatches cash from the drawer

love to take

someone

wipe that smirk

…

It’s not the time…

to my list of To-Dos: Teach Asshole a

he re-emerges, again stuffing his

Always the pocket…

the attache

next stop: a tobacconist a couple of

he and the girl serving fall silent as I point to the first brand I recognise… “Vinte, por favor. E um isqueiro…” … push the coins

the street, I stand in clear view, making a show of opening the packet, unravelling the plastic wrap, taking one out then, as I’m about to light up, Wonder Boy reappears. He doesn’t

watch for a few seconds, letting him get a little distance as I slip the cigarette back into the pack, when I realise there’s a beggar, rheumy-eyed, standing beside me, holding his hand out, looking at the

up the lighter, the yellow-tipped flame flickering in the breeze. The beggar inhales deeply, smoke drifting from his

forehead… “My pleasure...”

Shit!

Where is he?

in sight,

Have I lost him?

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