Hot Revenge Box Set 4

Chapter 32

Richard

I turn the wheel, swing through the gates. “I know that it’s only an illusion, but it feels good to get back to something like normal life, doesn’t it. Just doing a day’s work. Driving home.”

Gravel crunches under the tires as we pull up. James clicks his tongue. “You’re not wrong there.” He rubs a forefinger over the top of his nose. “I’ll admit, I was worried about the effect the business with Klempner was going to have on Charlotte. All the forward progress the three of us made since we first met. It was feeling as though everything was going to be blown out of the water… Ahhh… Michael must be there ahead of us. The lights are on.”

“He’s left the door standing open too,” says James. “It’ll be letting the weather right through the house. Might as well not bother with the damn heating.”

We step inside. James closes the door behind us with a bang. As it slams, a voice drifts down the hall.

“James, is that you?”

Together, we halt in mid-stride. “That wasn’t Michael’s voice,” I say.

“It sounded like Stanton,” mutters James. “What the hell would he be doing here with no-one else around?”

I mutter back. “Good question.” Then more loudly, “Will? Is that you? Where are you?”

“Richard? I’m in the lounge.” There’s a touch of panic in his voice. “And hurry the fuck up, will you.”

What the hell?

James and I exchange glances. Setting briefcases on the hall table, we enter the lounge together…

… to find Will pressed back into the far corner of the room.

My old friend stands, bolt upright, arms folded up and well out of the way, head pulled back. His eyes are rimmed white against the coffee of his skin. To one side, he’s hemmed in by a dresser. To the other, a table blocks his exit. His face lights up as we enter. The reason for the odd posture lies close by his feet.

Head resting on outstretched paws, apparently relaxed, Bear is doing his best impression of a fur rug, if rugs emanated a low continuous rumble, something along the lines of distant thunder.

Will shifts and the rumble grows louder, the thunderstorm rolling overhead. A ridge of fur rises between Bear’s shoulders and Will freezes once more. “Can you call your dog off, please.”

James’ face cracks. He spins, sucking in his cheeks, then straightens his face and turns back. “Bear…” He snaps his fingers. “C’mon Bear. It’s fine.”

The huge dog swings his head around, looking over one shoulder, disbelief radiating from every hair.

James strides forward, scratches him behind the ears. “It’s alright, Bear. C’mon, Good boy. The Two-Legs have come home now. You’re off-duty.”

Bear rumbles another low threat towards our police commissioner, then slowly, reluctantly, stands and pads away. Flopping down by the hearth, he angles himself to watch the intruder.

Will straightens up, tugs down his jacket. “That’s one helluvan animal you’ve got there. Could be viewed as dangerous.”

a brow. “Did he do you

but he wasn’t going to

he. Keeping the intruder under

the pack

fact, no. From Bear’s point of view, I’d say that’s Klempner. But since

Klempner I’m

“The information he requested?”

watching him with a baleful glare, then lays a file on the table, pulling out a variety of documents.

but I’ll call him.” James takes

“What did he mean? May not be the

with Klempner. Or at least, Hickman

been in touch

“No.”

hardly dare say it, but I find myself concerned

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nods politely.

it still the case that you are out

falls. “I’m

have learned, that’s

of prints across the table, the photos Klempner asked to be ID’d. “I believe I have the information your employer requested. All the men in the photos you provided except

as Will speaks, jotting notes

to the Brazilian authorities and the only reason he is still breathing free air is that whenever any attempt has been made to arrest him and to get him… and those he works with… into court… witnesses

all attempts to bring this man and his cohorts to justice have been unsuccessful.” He sucks air between his teeth. “Much as it pains

exactly is Santos wanted for?”

picked out the group through Racketeering and Protection, but Santos is also involved in Vice and

“Who are these

would be next. Now comes the interesting part. Brazil as a whole has a historical problem with crime, corruption and all that goes with it. In the thirty years leading up to

the previous ten or twenty years. Violent crime had dropped dramatically and the homicide rate, in particular, plummeted from a high of 52 per 100,000 Paulistanos in 1999 to

opportunities available in the country. Usually, they were headed by

perhaps a dozen such gangs…” He rocks his hand

over the

the identities of the gangs and their members are slippery, at least to outsiders. Some of the smaller groups amalgamated through the gang

was outright gang warfare and the wholesale murder

you say, interesting,” says Michael, “but what does it

coming to that,” says Will. “Bear with me. I should say by the way, that my source documents are in Portuguese, so these are

all this is coming around to

collateral damage. The explosion that wiped out most of the Facas gang… The ‘Knives’ as they called themselves… resulted from an explosive device placed in a family restaurant. As well as the gang members themselves, the

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