Hot Revenge Box Set 4

Chapter 30

Klempner

In one hand, I hold a single copper strand. In the other, a thread of brown.

My body freezes as my mind races through the possibilities.

I left my hotel room several hours earlier, slicking a hair into place over the crack between door and frame as I left. On my return, a hair was still in place and I entered my room assuming all was normal.

Now, however, in my left hand, I hold a hair just plucked from my own scalp: the mousy-brown shade of my current identity.

In the right hand, I hold the hair which dropped from my hotel room door as I returned, and which on casual inspection, I had taken to be the one I slicked into place as I left the room earlier.

But the right-hand hair is red.

And now I look at it, I recognise that shade: a deep burnished copper-auburn that many women aspire to, but few have.

But Mitch has it. Jenny too;

Could it come from one of them?

Probably, yes.

Jenny…

Juliana, or at least her cat’s-paws Baxter and Finchby, had Jenny unconscious as a prisoner for some while. They even trimmed a lock of her pubic hair and sent it to James along with her underwear. Plucking a few hairs from her scalp would never have been noticed.

So, this could be Jenny’s hair.

On the other hand, it might just be the hair of some local woman lucky enough to have the shade.

Does it matter? Where it comes from?

Or is it just the message that’s important?

Juliana and her games…

My hand is shaking, the copper hair vibrating between my fingers like a metronome.

Calm down…

Think…

Breathing deliberately deeply, I let out air. Take it in again. And once more.

My hand steadies once more.

How long have I been standing here? Frozen by surprise and indecision…

A minute? Two?

get the

essentials in a carry-bag: wallet, tablet, passport, that useless

Must contact Dakho…

Get a replacement…

around the

… Anything else important?

too. It’s

Glock, check my knives are in place in their sheaths, sling the bag

… That’s it, then…

u-turn, I head for

threshold, I

have stopped

hair… A warning to

Only that?

It doesn’t ring true.

There’s surely something else.

I vacillate. It’s under five minutes since I

And Now…

Fuck!

I’ve got to know…

still slung across my shoulder, gun

… then the terrace…

… the bedroom…

… seeking… seeking what?

hasty charge around

find it

same way as when

the knees to squat

long been used as a booby-trap in situations where, typically, the intention is not to kill, but to maim. A corpse can be buried with honours. But a companion on a

hand, the bowl, or maybe the cistern, could contain enough explosive to blow the room apart. I’m not about

my head,

a plumber or other maintenance man. Checking first that there’s no

whistling a merry little tune, I exit the hotel via

all are taken. Ducking into the gap, I’m out of sight. One of the bins

Now what?

my

like a complete fucking

Now I’m going to have to change again. When the hotel discovers ‘Harry Hughes’ has an

far from the hotel. I need to get

Somewhere to stay?

To hide?

To think…

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