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.

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

a low cut neckline; designed to show off a figure which I suspect is being enhanced with well-chosen underwear. A clutch bag in black

for a favourite teacher to begin the lesson. Or perhaps in the audience at some small town hall, for a talk on jam-making

she says brightly. “What are we going

of wariness in her eyes. Momentarily, her gaze drops to her painted line, but she’s well

my arms, lean

good to get

choice topics.” I pace

little

Fake…

Extensions?

Exercise. You won’t do well down here if you

Two days?

there anything

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

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

get a real

off the wall if you

your concern

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

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

his hotel suite after the explosion. And I made sure the police found some clues about you being near

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

might decide you were involved with the gangs. But I think it's more likely they'll say you

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

rigged that explosion just so

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

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

were scores of people caught in that explosion. All

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