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.

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

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

sits, on her fold-up chair, hands neatly folded. She could be in school, waiting for a favourite teacher to begin the lesson. Or perhaps in the

are we going to

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

arms, lean back against

it’s good to

you have a selection of choice topics.” I pace a little, as much as the chain allows,

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

Fake…

Extensions?

must look after yourself. Exercise. You won’t do well down here if you don’t move about

Two days?

there

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

were stupid, letting your little bitch

difficult to get a real drink that

to do with your time? Lick it off the wall if you have to. I’m not

by your concern for

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

they'll be looking for me, the

missing. What’s left of him has been found dead in his hotel suite after the explosion. And I made sure the police

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

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

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

explosion just so

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

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

you murdered? There were scores of people caught in that explosion. All innocent. All nothing to do

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