Michael

“James, we have to tell her. Given her condition, Mitch has to know. ”

He exhales slowly, avoiding my eye. “Yes, she does. I’ve… been avoiding it…”

“Hoping it would go away? That Klempner would contact us out of the blue and we could warn him? That just like that, everything would be alright?”

“Something like that, yes.”

“If Mitch doesn’t have all the facts, she can’t make proper decisions. She’s going to need support. And part of that support is to give her the truth. It’s not doing her any favours to be kept in the dark.”

“You’re right of course.” James squeezes his eyes closed, presses at a temple. “Let’s get it over with. Can you get everyone together. We’ll need the family with her for this.”

*****

Richard and Beth drop what they are doing, joining us in the lounge. Georgie appears shortly afterwards, strolling in from the hotel with a speculative look in her eye.

Elbow resting on the chair arm, I talk behind my hand to James in the next seat. “You think it’s a good idea to have Georgie here?”

“She’s family too,” he snaps. “And she was also targeted by that maniac woman. So, yes, she should be here.”

Turning away from me, he flips open his mobile, giving the screen a couple of taps. “Hickman? Yes, it’s James. Could you join us in the house, please… Yes, right away.”

I bite down on my doubts. Georgie sits off to one side, silently waiting, regarding me from under lidded eyes as she sees me watching her.

But it’s James’ call…

His daughter…

His problem…

Or at least, the problem he created…

Charlotte perhaps has similar reservations. She meets my gaze for a long moment, her attention broken as James speaks. “Charlotte, could you fetch your mother, please. Tell her I need a word.” He stares at his feet for a moment, then, “Don’t say more than that. This has to come from me. Try to keep her calm.”

Sucking at her lips, Charlotte nods and heads out.

James paces the room, looking as though he’s just been asked what he would like for his last meal.

Richard pushes a glass into his hands. “Calm down. We all know it wasn’t intentional.”

James knocks back half an inch of golden liquid, then thrusts the glass back at Richard. Legs akimbo, his back to the fire, he stares moodily into space, cracking his knuckles.

an armchair at the back of the room; leaning back, arms folded, legs outstretched, crossed

mother’s. Mitch pauses in the doorway, brow furrowing as she sees the gathering. “What can

to an armchair. “Um… why don’t you sit down, Mitch. There’s something I have to tell

“What? What is it? Is it about Larry? You’ve heard something?” Her voice snatches. “Has… something happened

“Please, Mitch, sit down.”

Charlotte takes her hand. “Sit by me on

“So you know something I don’t? How do

seat. “Mitch, please sit down.

at me sidelong, but sits, sandwiched between me and Charlotte, who slips

slow, speaks like one making

indeed, he

Klempner was fooled into uploading James’ Trojan

Set a locator

into the cloud, so that when

hacked, and that virus now has control of Klempner’s

that it is

never intended any of this, but we’ve heard

than usual, her complexion sallow. “Are you telling me that woman can trace exactly where Larry is?

yes,

of us what you were doing?” Her tone would blunt the

James doesn’t reply.

still flat stomach. “What exactly is

He swallows…

an octave. “Tell me, James. What have you

capable of doing it, then she has control. She’ll certainly know where he is. She’ll have his log-ins, passwords and his entry

top-line model. It’s capable of a lot.

stares at him, trembling, stroking

long is it now since you last

that would etch glass then, speaking in a

often did he normally contact

pattern. Mainly…” He looks

was the last thing you discussed with

to ask me to obtain the information regarding the organised crime syndicates in São

James. “I’d have been happy to

swings his gaze to James.

of me. I’ll book a

has lost its edge. “Mr Alexanders, I know you mean well, but if Mr Klempner has encountered the kind of trouble that he can't handle…” He raises brows nodding down to James’

say. “I can

sure you can, Mr Summerford.” Hickman sucks at his lips, rubs

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