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.

darkness. “Good afternoon, Larry. How are you? I do hope you’ve had the opportunity

cut neckline; designed to show off a figure which I suspect is being

don’t reply and she awards me a polite little smile, 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

brightly. “What are we going to

down at me while we talk. She watches me, a touch of wariness in her eyes. Momentarily, her gaze drops to her painted

fold my arms, lean back against the

to get off the

to talk about? I’m guessing you have a selection of choice topics.” I pace a little, as much as the chain allows, unhinging stiff knees and hips,

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

Fake…

Extensions?

of it, Larry. You must look after yourself. Exercise. You won’t do well down here if

Two days?

there

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

turn into a weapon or a tool? Finchby and Baxter were stupid, letting your little bitch daughter get hold of

get a real drink that

with your time? Lick it off the wall if you

by your concern for

I’ve won and you’ve lost. You’re mine now and

realise they'll be looking for me, the

him has been found dead in his hotel suite after the explosion. And I made sure the police found some clues

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

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

they’re not looking for

just so you could plant

“Couldn't have people wondering where you are,

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

you murdered? There were scores of people caught in that

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