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.

the Click Click of heels on concrete, then Juliana emerges from the darkness. “Good afternoon, Larry. How are you? I

long and clingy, with a low cut neckline; designed to show off a figure

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 to grow dahlias. At least she could if Morticia Addams had ever joined the ‘Jam and Jerusalem’

“What are we going to talk

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

my arms, lean

good to get off the

of choice topics.” I pace a little, as much as the chain allows, unhinging stiff

a bright little smile. “And…” She aims

Fake…

Extensions?

do well down here if you don’t move about more than I’ve seen you doing the

Two days?

Is there anything you

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

Baxter were stupid, letting your little bitch daughter get hold

difficult to get a real drink

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

touched by your

lost. You’re mine now

the

And I made sure the police found some clues about you being near my

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

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 between the Wolves and the Nightshades. You know…” She makes air commas… “Innocent Tourist Witnesses Gang Murder And Bloodbath. Criminals Retaliate.” The papers

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

so you could

people wondering where you are,

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

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

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