Hot Revenge Box Set 4

Chapter 39

Back in the lounge, Cara is sitting on Mitch’s knee. “Getting into practice?” I ask.

Hope and tears war in her voice. “I suppose.” Then as Cara stretches chubby arms out to me. “I think she wants a hug.”

My baby daughter gives me a gummy smile as I pick her up, cradling her to my chest and bouncing her a bit. “You been a good girl then?”

A burble is my only reply, but Georgie looks at me a little oddly. “You never used to do that with me.”

“In fact, Georgie, I did. But your mother didn't like it. She always took you away from me when she could.”

She frowns. “Mom stopped you picking me up?”

“That’s right.”

“But…why would she do something like that?”

I shrug. “I suppose she wanted control of you.” I speak off-handedly, but suddenly, the conversation is uncomfortable. “Mitch I’m making tea. Peppermint for you?”

*****

 

Klempner

Nightmares…

The world spinning…

A face… Juliana, grinning at me… Her teeth sharp and pointed, like a cat’s.

Pain… Something gnawing at me, some monster biting at my ankle.

I know I’m in a nightmare, but I can’t jolt myself out of sleep. Sickeningly, the world spins and wavers around me. I want to retch, but my sleep-bound body won’t let me.

*****

Harsh white light filters through my lashes to stab at crusty eyes. The world still revolves. Or is it me that’s turning?

Consciousness returns only slowly, one sensation after another settling enough to make sense of them.

The spinning around me slowly dies and my world settles. I’m chilled and numb. Pain stabs behind my eyes and as I move, my stomach threatens rebellion. Gradually, it comes to me that, while my shoulder muscles burn, my hands are free.

A male voice: “He should be awake now, shouldn’t he?”

A female voice: “Yes. I didn’t give him much. He should be awake by now. He’s probably faking it.”

Just lie here…

Eyes closed…

Listen…

I’m lying on some cold, hard surface, slick with damp, coated with Christ-knows-what unnamable muck. And for some reason, I’m stretched out full-length, one arm reaching out above my head.

The male voice again: “Wakey, wakey, Larry.” And something plants itself in my ribs, whoofing the air out of my lungs.

Instinctively I roll, snatching for a foot, a leg, a fist: but I catch only empty air. Then I pull up short, with the clink of metal and something biting into my ankle.

What the hell…?

The air stinks. A fetid smell; stagnant water and the rank scent of decay, washes over me. All without meaning to, I react, covering my mouth and nose with my hand before realising that my hand is part of the smell, foul with slime and muck.

Somewhere close by: a trickling sound, and the slap of water against hard sides.

Where the fuck am I?

Oddly out of place, the smell of fresh paint tickles my nostrils.

The male voice again. “He’s awake for sure. He opened his eyes just then, but closed them again.” The words sound far away, as though carried through a tunnel. My eyes won’t focus properly. Nor my head: stuffed and unclear.

it’s going?” The female

stab of pain at my ankle competes with the rebellion of my stomach. My guts heave and the sad remains of my last meal spill over

with the back of my hand succeeds only

Someone giggles.

something besides the filth: white, already drying, crisping at the edges. Cautiously, I sniff:

?

sense. Every part of me screams protest as, stiff-muscled, my body torpid, I try again to raise

bite at my ankle

And as my vision clears, I see a padlock. With leaden fingers, I feel at the metal, probing sluggishly: it’s good quality, the steel polished and new. My feet

coming in short gasps, finally I look up and around, take in

illuminating only a small area around

a fold-up wooden chair. Jose stands beside her. Between them and me, trickled over muck and slime, a thick white

lips. “You won’t escape that padlock, Larry. I chose it especially for

in her fingers, glinting dully: a small brass key: She passes it to Jose,

her chair, to stand a little distance from me, smirking. “Don’t worry, the nausea will pass… Or…” She sweeps an arm around… “Or maybe it won’t. I’d like to think you get the benefit of the accommodation I’ve chosen for you.” She pauses, I

concrete. Beside me, the floor drops away to a channel containing an uncertain depth of oozing water. Rusted metal grates obstruct

Sewers?

bulb, marks out the confined space with sharp dark shadows. And set in

say that for you. You

squats down, noticeably well to her side of the

Blessingmoors, whenever you or that bastard Jenkins…” Her lips curls…”That fucking perv you put in charge…

I remember those cellars so well. We all spent time there; with the rats for company and knowing the bodies of the ones who disappeared were down there in the dark with

don’t move, try

places, this is your life now… for as much of it as you have left.” She leans closer, hissing the words. “What goes

at her, trying to inject some venom, but

Jose. “You still have

“Of course.”

“Give it to me.”

takes it from his pocket, passing it across grip first. She turns it over in her hands, examining it, as though she has never seen such a thing before. Then, holding it loosely, almost negligently, she waves it

She won’t shoot…

She’s a gloater…

doesn’t want me

Not yet….

But my breath holds…

apparently randomly, first one way, then the other, but always over

to do with you? I haven't decided properly yet, you know.” She aims at my forehead. “I might just shoot you dead. Bang! Bang!…” She mimes firing… Fake recoil with each

cocks her head at me, as though it were a genuine question, as though, waiting

she muses… “… I could take you a piece at a time.” She stares upward, as though addressing the ceiling. “What do you think, Larry? A foot maybe? Perhaps the one

myself to

In… Out… In… Out…

games: making

feet. “Which will it be, Larry? Left or right? If you don't

Fuck this…

or right, Larry? Time

Keep calm…

Don't panic…

Baxter…

not as though you’re going to need it again. I'll leave you the other one for a bit. You’ll

“Leave me with gunshot wounds down here, Juliana, and they'll be infected

the Glock. “Quite right, Larry.” She gives a quick, sharp nod. “It's good we understand each other...” She looks toward

arms folded, legs akimbo; radiating machismo. “All your enemies are dead

that way. I don’t think you have more than a

my tone, “You think I’m the one in trouble, Jose? If your only use to Juliana was to make

can do what she wants with you. No one else knows you’re here. She has her revenge.

smile. She moves closer to him, slides one hand over his cheek, then around his neck, as though to kiss him. “As you say,

can he not see

around her, smiles in his belief that they are

Dumb bastard…

“Hey, look out. She's...”

wrapped

I’m

the muzzle of the Glock pressed into his belly,

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