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.

Juliana emerges from the darkness. “Good afternoon, Larry. How are you? I do hope you’ve had the opportunity to

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.

fold-up chair, 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 jam-making or how to grow dahlias. At least

“What are we going to talk about

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

I fold my arms, lean back

good to get

selection of choice topics.” I pace a little,

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

Fake…

Extensions?

it, Larry. You must look after yourself. Exercise. You won’t do well down

Two days?

there anything

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

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

get a real

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

your concern

won and you’ve lost. You’re mine

realise they'll be looking for me, the

sure the police found some clues about you being near

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

with the gangs. But I think it's more likely they'll say you got caught in

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

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

away. “Couldn't have people wondering where you are, could

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

scores of people caught in that explosion. All innocent. All nothing to do with

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