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.

on myself to wait, watching the store entrance as he enters,

people… Own the

windows, I see him inside, looming over a shop-assistant, not

than the girl he’s intimidating. An arm to either side of her, smirking, he has her trapped, enclosed between his chest and arms, and the wall. Even from here, I can see the way her

stand over Jenny with that same gesture; using 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 the

…and accept…

… the rules.

the

If that were Jenny…

My gut tightens…

Then, inwardly, I chuckle.

time anyone ever took my daughter down, she was nine months pregnant. Even then, it took two strong men

I watch, the girl ducks, then slides away from Wonder Boy, making for the counter, Stabbing at the till,

to take

just try to intimidate someone

smirk from your

…

It’s not the time…

future reference, adding it to my list of To-Dos: Teach Asshole

later, he re-emerges, again

Always the pocket…

the

his next stop: a tobacconist a couple of

fall silent as I point to the first brand I recognise… “Vinte,

making a show of opening the packet, unravelling the plastic wrap, taking one out then, as I’m about to light up, Wonder

slip the cigarette back into the pack, when I realise there’s a beggar, rheumy-eyed, standing beside me,

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

my forehead… “My pleasure...” … then

Shit!

Where is he?

nowhere in sight, lost

Have I lost him?

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