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

to my room, I sling essentials in a carry-bag: wallet, tablet, passport, that

Must contact Dakho…

Get a replacement…

glance around

… Anything else important?

too. It’s all just

Glock, check my knives are in place in their sheaths,

… That’s it, then…

u-turn, I head for

the threshold, I

Juliana really have

hair… A warning to

Only that?

It doesn’t ring true.

There’s surely something else.

vacillate. It’s under five minutes since I made my discovery, and everything

And Now…

Fuck!

I’ve got to know…

my shoulder, gun in hand, I pace

… then the terrace…

… the bedroom…

… seeking… seeking what?

first hasty charge around the apartment might

find it in

the same way as when she abandoned Baxter, the lavatory seat is

at the knees to squat down, I peer

the intention is not to kill, but to maim. A corpse can be buried with honours. But a companion on a stretcher, carrying what’s left of his genitalia in a paper

bowl, or maybe the cistern, could contain enough explosive to blow the room

head,

in the basement. Dumping my suit, a rummage through the baskets produces some sort of uniform; one-piece, plain navy-blue, perhaps for a plumber or other maintenance man. Checking first that there’s no logo stitched in to link me back to

place, whistling a merry little tune,

There’s space for a dozen trash bins, but not all are taken. Ducking into the gap, I’m out of sight. One of the bins serves as a seat while I grab

Now what?

my trousers

a complete fucking

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

still not far from the hotel. I need to get further away than this,

Somewhere to stay?

To hide?

To think…

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