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. How are you?

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

folded. She could be in school, waiting for a favourite teacher to begin the lesson. Or perhaps in the audience at some small

she says brightly. “What are we going to talk

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

I fold my arms, lean back

good to get

of choice topics.” I pace a little, as much as

right.” She gives me a bright little smile. “And…” She aims

Fake…

Extensions?

down here if

Two days?

there

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

Finchby and Baxter were stupid, letting your little bitch daughter get hold

a

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

by your concern

lost. You’re mine now and we’re playing by my

they'll be looking for me, the police. By now

missing. What’s left of him has been found dead in his hotel suite after the explosion. And I made sure the police found some clues about you being near my apartment. With the number of bodies they’ll have found around

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

you 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

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

spins… “So… you rigged that explosion just so you could plant a corpse to stand in for

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

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

then,” I spit back. “How many have you murdered? There were scores of people caught in

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