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.

double-back on myself to wait, watching the store entrance as he enters, strolling in as though he owns the

people…

glass windows, I see him inside, looming over

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

Jenny with that same gesture; using his height, looking down on her, moving in on her space as he cages her with his

…and accept…

… the rules.

the real

If that were Jenny…

My gut tightens…

Then, inwardly, I chuckle.

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, it took two

from Wonder Boy, making for the counter, Stabbing at the till, she

to

try to intimidate someone who

wipe that smirk from your

…

It’s not the time…

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

he re-emerges, again stuffing

Always the pocket…

Never the

his next stop: a tobacconist a couple of doors

time, I follow him inside. He’s already at the counter, exerting his charm, but both he and the girl serving fall silent as I point to the first brand I recognise… “Vinte, por

out then, as I’m about to light up, Wonder

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

in the breeze. The beggar inhales deeply, smoke drifting from his nostrils, then gives me a small bow

pleasure...” … then turn

Shit!

Where is he?

nowhere in sight, lost

Have I lost him?

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