Hot Revenge Box Set 4

Chapter 34

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.

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

one arm hooked through her mother’s. Mitch pauses in the doorway, brow

then gestures to an armchair. “Um… why don’t

it about Larry? You’ve heard something?” Her

“Please, Mitch, sit down.”

her hand. “Sit by me

a glance at her daughter. “So you know something I don’t?

seat. “Mitch, please sit down. James needs to talk and it’s not going to be easy on either

sits, sandwiched between me and Charlotte, who slips

slow, speaks like one making a

indeed,

fooled into uploading James’

Set a locator

so that when Klempner replaced his mobile, he

hacked, and that virus now

only assume that it is Juliana behind

of this, but we’ve heard nothing from him. Hickman can’t make contact…” He glances to Klempner’s henchman, who simply

sallow. “Are you telling me that woman can trace exactly where Larry is? And he has no idea

yes, that’s

any of us

James doesn’t reply.

carefully, precisely, hands clasped over a still flat stomach. “What exactly is she able to

He swallows…

an octave. “Tell me, James.

where he is. She’ll have his log-ins, passwords and his entry codes. She’ll be able to use the camera and the microphone. If he carries it in his pocket as he usually does, she won’t be able

model. It’s capable of a lot. But

at him,

long is it

heavyset man gives James a look that would etch glass then, speaking in a

often did he normally

Different times. Different pattern. Mainly…” He

the last thing you discussed

the information regarding the organised

could have asked me,” says James. “I’d have been happy to help with

gaze to

“Klempner’s in trouble because of me. I’ll book a flight and get over

Mr Klempner has encountered the kind of trouble that he can't handle…” He raises brows

go,” I say. “I can handle

Mr Summerford.” Hickman sucks at his lips, rubs his

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