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.

seconds, the Click Click of heels on concrete, then Juliana emerges from the darkness. “Good afternoon, Larry. How are you? I do hope you’ve had the opportunity to fully

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

in school, waiting for a favourite teacher to begin the lesson. Or perhaps in the audience at some small town hall, for a talk

brightly. “What are we going to talk

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 well to one side of it, me

my arms, lean back

to get off the

have a selection of choice topics.” I pace a

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

Fake…

Extensions?

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

Two days?

Is there anything you

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

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 hands. Use

get a real drink

do with your time? Lick it off the

your concern for

don’t be grouchy, Larry. I’ve won and you’ve lost. You’re mine now

they'll be looking for me, the police.

explosion. And I made sure the police found some clues about you being near my apartment. With

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

But I think it's more likely they'll say you got caught in the war between the Wolves and the Nightshades. You know…”

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

rigged that explosion just so you could

“Couldn't have people wondering where you are, could I? That would

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

you murdered? There were scores of

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