Hot Revenge Box Set 4

Chapter 42

Klempner

My resources: The clothes I’m wearing. A notebook and the stub of a pencil: A book on herbal toxins. A small supply of sweet water. An infinite supply, for any practical purpose, of foul water, slime and garbage. And of course, one small potato.

I’d like to give in to despair. There’s something alluring about despair, something seductive. Perhaps I should simply not play Juliana’s game; let her kill me.

But if I’m dead…

Mitch…

My beautiful green-eyed Mitch.

So alive. So energetic.

So full of courage.

So vital.

Vitale

…

Stay alive...

So, eat the fucking potato…

I prise it out from its bed of sludge and slime with a slight sucking sound. It’s small; perhaps half the size of my fist. On the other hand, adhered muck aside, it seems sound; firm, mid-brown, no sprouts or green parts. I have a vague idea that I’ve read that green potatoes are unsafe to eat.

Hauling myself up from my concrete seat, lifting my chain in one hand, with the other, I hold my meal under the water inlet, thumbing away the dirt under the clean water.

Time to live…

And I bite in.

*****

With no warning, the light blinks on and without meaning to, I groan, hiding my eyes behind my hands.

on concrete, then Juliana emerges from the darkness. “Good afternoon, Larry. How are you? I

dress is long and clingy, with a low cut neckline; designed to show off a figure which I suspect is being enhanced with

begin the lesson. Or perhaps in the audience at some small town hall, for a

“What are we going to

to let her look down at me while we talk. She watches me, a touch of wariness in her eyes. Momentarily, her gaze drops to her painted line,

my arms,

but it’s good to get

I’m guessing you have a selection of choice topics.” I pace a little, as much as the chain allows, unhinging stiff knees and

you’re right.” She gives me a bright little smile. “And…” She aims a long painted fingernail at

Fake…

Extensions?

won’t do well down here if you don’t move about more than I’ve seen you doing the last two

Two days?

there anything

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

turn into a weapon or a tool? Finchby and Baxter were stupid, letting your little bitch daughter get hold of a glass bottle. I'm not making that

difficult to get a

to do with your time? Lick it off the wall if

by your concern for my

Larry. I’ve won and you’ve lost. You’re mine now and we’re playing by my

realise they'll be looking for me, the police. By now they'll know I'm

him has been found dead in his hotel suite after the explosion. And I made sure the police

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

But I think it's more likely they'll say you got caught in the war between the Wolves and the Nightshades. You know…” She makes air commas… “Innocent Tourist Witnesses Gang Murder

onto her knees, her smile widening. “Either way, Larry, they’re not looking for you. You’re dead.

explosion just so you could plant a corpse to

shrugs, looking away. “Couldn't have people wondering where you are, could I?

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

I spit back. “How many have you murdered? There were scores of

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