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.

“Good afternoon, Larry. How

with a low cut neckline; designed to show off a figure which I suspect is being enhanced with well-chosen underwear. A clutch bag in

school, waiting for a favourite teacher to begin the lesson. Or perhaps in the audience at some small town hall,

she says brightly. “What are we going to talk about

struggle upright. I’m fucked if I’m going 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, but she’s well to one side of it, me

arms, lean

but it’s good to get off the

you like to talk about? I’m guessing you have a selection of choice topics.” I pace a little, as much as the chain

little smile. “And…” She aims a long painted fingernail at

Fake…

Extensions?

down here if you don’t move about

Two days?

Is there anything you

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

weapon or a tool? Finchby and Baxter were stupid, letting your little bitch

difficult to get a real drink

with your time? Lick it off the wall if you

touched by your concern for

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

me, the

been found dead in his hotel suite after the explosion. And I made sure the police found some clues about you being near my apartment.

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

the gangs. 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

Larry, they’re not looking for you. You’re dead. Or the man they

explosion just so you could plant a

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

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

then,” I spit back. “How many have you murdered? There were scores of people caught in that explosion. All innocent. All nothing to do

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