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.

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

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

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

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

my arms, lean back

it’s good to get

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

bright little

Fake…

Extensions?

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

Two days?

Is there anything you

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

or a tool? Finchby and Baxter were stupid, letting your little bitch daughter get

to get a real drink that

Lick it off the wall if you have to. I’m

touched by your

and you’ve lost. You’re mine now and

the police. By now they'll know I'm

And I made sure the police found

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

with the gangs. But I

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

mind spins… “So… you rigged that explosion just so you

“Couldn't have people wondering where you

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

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

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