“Charlotte, could you set an extra place at the table, please.”

“Sure.” She pauses, her hand full of cutlery. “Who are we expecting?”

“Georgie’s joining us for lunch…”

Her mouth opens in a silent Ahhh…

“… Is that alright with you?”

She moves table-mat, knife and fork to one side, clearing enough space for another setting. “Of course it is, Master. I know how much it means to you to have Georgie speaking to you again. I’ll do my best to make friends with her.”

“Thank you.” I kiss her forehead, tilt her chin up. “For what it’s worth, she said something similar.”

*****

The doorbell rings.

Charlotte stands. “I’ll go.”

She returns a minute later with Georgie, who offers her a bottle of wine. “I wasn’t sure what everyone likes, red or white, so I brought a rosé.”

“Good choice.” I gesture towards the fridge. “It’ll go well with the salmon we’re having. Just pop it in the fridge for now to chill, then take a seat.”

She hovers by the table. “Any particular place I should sit?”

“I set your place there...” Charlotte points. “… next to your Dad.”

Georgie takes a seat, having the look of one floundering. Then, spotting Cara on her playmat on the floor, patting at a dangling pink and blue ladybird. “Are you enjoying being a Mom?”

Charlotte beams. “Oh, yes. But I'll be glad when I’m back to my proper shape again.”

“I suppose you can use the gym in the hotel. Get plenty of exercise.”

“There's that. And I can ride too. That's good exercise.”

“Ride? You have a horse?”

“That’s right. She was a Christmas present. Can you ride?”

Georgie blows air. “I’ve never been on a horse.”

Credit where it’s due, Charlotte’s hesitation is infinitesimal. “Would you like to try? You could… You could borrow Charlie. I'm sure my Ma.. your dad would teach you.”

Georgie swings around to me. “Would you?”

“If Charlotte is happy for you to ride Charlie, I’d like that very much.”

“When can we try?”

“No time like the present. After lunch?”

*****

Klempner

Abandoning the abattoir above me, I make the quick climb down again, hanging from the rail of the lowest balcony to let myself drop to the ground. Landing on my toes, the rifle swings against my shoulder then jogs against me.

“Ah, there you are, Larry. I was beginning to worry you might have taken a wrong turn.”

The voice comes from behind me and despite myself, I startle, spinning to face the grinning Juliana and, by her side, a stranger with a gun in his hand. In the poor light, I can’t make out the model, but since the dangerous end is waving at me, that’s by the by…

I look more closely, but not at the weapon: his face.

A bit of a pretty boy: his hair is slicked back to a fetching ponytail and he has that slightly oily look that says Pimp.

No… not a stranger…

Now I look again, it’s Cash-Counting-Man from the night Wonder Boy led me here the first time.

While Juliana was making cow’s eyes at another gang member…

Cash-Man hovers close to Juliana with a slight proprietorial air…

Thinks he’s got her?

Another one?

Must have worked her way through half the fucking city…

Be walking bow-legged if she’s not careful…

And now I think on it, I have Cash-Man’s photo in my phone…

Wonder if Hickman made any progress on that?

Juliana’s wearing that manic grin that is so much a part her sexual allure and Femme Fatale appeal. “So sorry, Larry. Weren’t you expecting me?” She fishes into a shoulder bag, producing a mobile, then tapping the screen to life.

WTF?

Calling for backup?

She’s opted for redhead this evening…

Deliberate?

Probably…

… with green eye make-up which I’m guessing is supposed to give her a delicate mermaid air, but in reality reminds me of one of the characters I saw in the Pride and Prejudice and Zombies movie.

Oddly, Cash-Man seems attracted to her. I cannot see why. But she’s repeated this pattern now again and again.

the fuck does she pull it

Flattery?

Appeal to the machismo?

Good in the bedroom?

she has, she has the knack to sucker a certain kind of

careful, Sola. He’s dangerous.”

he speaking in

a bit thick

benefit? Put up a

knows she’s screwing

matters when they’re all

how dangerous can

raise a finger, pointing skyward. “D’you know all your

You killed them all of them, did you?

pocket is the one responsible. Did you let her dole out

fuck are you talking about?” His voice is slurring just a little. He glares, moving toward me and now,

dense can

Seriously?

finger at Juliana, “How difficult would it be for her to slip

bit of

While she still has a

him a high?

Superman complex?

says nothing, simply smirking and fiddling with her phone as he speaks.

You? A pusher who’s a

time, time to think. My

Deja vu…

spot, and under just these conditions, as I descended from the

How did she know?

Waiting for me…

of balconies, windows

All overlooking this alley…

look-out? Watching for

Or me…

halfway down? Throw me

Or try to…

security camera somewhere… One I

Ah… the phone…

to

enough, she’s tapping

have thought of

No-one’s infallible…

at something on her screen, then her face

problem.” He

told

“You think that’s any good for up close?” He grins, advancing, pistol in hand.

is what I use for up close.” I nod down to his pistol. “And how much use is that when she wants me alive? It’s

gun.

“No!” It’s Juliana again…

a startled glance her way, and it’s all I need. Darting forward, slapping the pistol to one side, I lean the other way. Sure enough, it fires, the round blowing a hole

jarred it. And I’m not about to give him time to regret his

mistake, but as I swing a foot around his ankles, he’s off-balance and he topples, ponytail

style. Each to his own. For myself, I prefer my hair long enough to provide a bit of padding against blows,

Snatching at it with my free hand, I

body weight is taken by his two feet, firmly on the ground. But dangling where I hold him by the hair, he’s almost horizontal from the knees up. He

his neck creak. Hard enough to pull him upright now that I have control. The

least his

Is she armed?

don’t see anything except the mobile

don’t think so.” Her reaction is weird. She stands there, all nonchalance, smirking. “That’s it, is it,

you ask Speeding

be suckered into doing what she wants. But, something about Juliana’s manner is unsettling. “I know you don’t care if I blow his brains out, but after he’s

time, trying to figure what the card is she holds in her hand that

Someone else here?

glances left and right… back, front….

fucking infuriating Juliana giggle. “Larry, look at

phone?” Knotting my right hand tighter into his hair, keeping Jose immobile,

pocket. “Yes, your phone. You've got incoming,

but… she knows something

into the back of Jose’s neck, tugging

obeys: suspiciously calm. Juliana’s gaze follows

muzzle to the base of his skull, I fish the phone from my

… and turn cold…

button, there's

image. It’s moving: a live feed.

Mitch and Jenny are there, sitting at one of the tables. Their backs are turned to me, but

it all, making my gut tighten and my mouth dry, crosshairs hover. Gliding across the screen, they move between the two men: first Michael, then James. Then drifting, as though by accident, they

feed

it be, Larry? Your bitch whore or your bitch daughter? I can take the men too, but they’ll be

Where the hell's Hickman?

his fucking

him for

waiting, Larry.” Juliana sniggers. “Who's first? Jenny? Or Mitch? Or maybe the guys? I can have them picked off one at a time. Or my

Christ…

you going to be

Don’t panic…

Think…

the muzzle of my Glock still to Jose’s head, I watch as Juliana mutters into her phone, grinning as her eyes

give the order

my surrender, then

Mitch…

Jenny…

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