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.

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

cut neckline; designed to show off a figure which I suspect is being enhanced with well-chosen

a polite little smile, then 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 audience at some small town hall, for a talk on jam-making or how

“What are we going to talk

of wariness in her eyes. Momentarily, her gaze drops to her

my arms, lean back

it’s good to get

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

little smile. “And…” She aims a

Fake…

Extensions?

down here if you don’t

Two days?

Is there anything

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

a tool? Finchby and Baxter were stupid, letting your little bitch daughter get hold of a glass bottle. I'm not making that mistake.

to get a real

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

by your concern for my

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

the

made sure the police found some

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

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

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

rigged that explosion just so you could plant a corpse to

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

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

back. “How many have you murdered? There were scores of people caught in

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