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.

heels on concrete, then Juliana emerges from the darkness. “Good afternoon,

is long and clingy, 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

hands neatly folded. She could be in school, waiting for a favourite teacher to begin the lesson. Or perhaps in the audience at some small town hall, for a talk on

brightly. “What are we going to

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

my arms, lean

good to get off

you have a selection of choice topics.” I pace

you’re right.” She gives me a bright little smile. “And…” She

Fake…

Extensions?

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

Two days?

there

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

something to turn into a weapon or a tool? Finchby and Baxter were stupid, letting your little bitch daughter get hold of

a

off the wall if you

by your concern for

I’ve won and you’ve lost. You’re mine now and we’re

the police.

of him has 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. With the number of bodies they’ll have found around there recently, I’m

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

you were involved with the gangs. But I think it's more

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

rigged that explosion just so you could plant a corpse to stand in for

have people wondering where you are, could I? That would spoil our

“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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