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.

afternoon, Larry. How are you? I do hope

deep red lipstick. The dress is long and clingy, with a low cut neckline; designed to

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

she says brightly. “What are we going to talk about

She watches me, a touch of wariness in her eyes. Momentarily, her gaze drops to her painted line, but she’s well

I fold my arms, lean back against

good to get off

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

me a bright little smile.

Fake…

Extensions?

do well down here

Two days?

there

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

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

with your time? Lick it off

touched by your concern

you’ve lost. You’re mine

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

isn't 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 there recently, I’m sure that will perk their interest in

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

too far away, close enough to link 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 more likely they'll say you got caught in the war between the Wolves and the Nightshades. You know…” She makes air commas…

Larry, they’re not looking for you. You’re dead. Or the man they think

“So… you rigged that explosion just so you could plant a

“Couldn't have people wondering where you are, could

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

“How many have you murdered? There were scores of

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