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.

the hubbub of people, then double-back on myself to wait, watching the store entrance as he enters, strolling in as

people… Own

plate glass windows, I see him inside, looming over a shop-assistant, not much more

of her, smirking, he has her trapped, enclosed between his chest and arms, and

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 game it really

…and accept…

… the rules.

is the real

If that were Jenny…

My gut tightens…

Then, inwardly, I chuckle.

would have a knee in his groin and a knife/broken-bottle/metal-comb at his throat. The only time anyone ever took my daughter down, she was nine months pregnant. Even then,

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

love to take him

to intimidate someone who knows

that smirk

…

It’s not the time…

to my list of To-Dos: Teach

re-emerges, again stuffing his

Always the pocket…

the

next stop: a tobacconist

exerting his charm, but both he and the girl serving fall silent as I point to the first brand I recognise… “Vinte, por favor. E

unravelling the plastic wrap, taking one out then, as I’m about to light up, Wonder Boy reappears. He doesn’t

letting him get a little distance as I slip the cigarette back into the pack, when I realise there’s a

breeze. The beggar inhales deeply, smoke drifting from

my forehead… “My pleasure...” … then

Shit!

Where is he?

sight, lost in

Have I lost him?

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