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.

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

draped over her shoulders, with deep red lipstick. The dress is long and clingy, with a low cut neckline; designed to show off a figure which I suspect is being enhanced

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

says brightly. “What are

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

fold my arms, lean back against

it’s good to get off

about? I’m guessing you have a selection of choice topics.” I

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

Fake…

Extensions?

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

Two days?

there

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

something to turn into a weapon or a tool? Finchby and Baxter were stupid, letting your little

get a real

better to do with your time? Lick it off the wall if you have to. I’m

touched by your concern for

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

the

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

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

involved with the gangs. But I think it's more likely they'll say you got caught in the war between the

onto her knees, her smile widening. “Either way, Larry, they’re not

explosion just so you could plant a corpse to stand in

shrugs, looking away. “Couldn't have people wondering where you are, could

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

back. “How many have you murdered? There were scores of people caught in that explosion. All innocent. All

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