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 are you? I do hope you’ve had the

her shoulders, with deep red lipstick. The dress is long and clingy, with a low cut neckline; designed to

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 she could if Morticia Addams had ever joined the ‘Jam

are we going

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

arms, lean back

it’s 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 aims a long painted fingernail

Fake…

Extensions?

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

Two days?

there

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

snorts. “What? And give you something to 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 mistake. You have

get a real

time? Lick it off the

touched by your concern

lost. You’re

looking for me, the police. By now they'll

sure the

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

far away, close enough to link you to the spot.” She sighs, stroking a hand over her hair. “I suppose they might decide you were involved with the gangs. But I think it's more likely they'll say you got caught in the war

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

so you

you are, could I? That would spoil

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

have you murdered? There were scores of people caught in that explosion. All innocent. All

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