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.

the Click Click of heels on concrete, then Juliana emerges from the darkness. “Good afternoon,

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

streaming eyes, I 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

brightly. “What are

touch of wariness in her eyes. Momentarily, her gaze drops to her painted line,

fold my arms,

to get

selection of choice topics.” I pace a little, as much as the chain allows, unhinging stiff knees and hips, stretching

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

Fake…

Extensions?

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

Two days?

Is there

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

give you something to turn into a weapon or a tool? Finchby and Baxter were stupid, letting your little bitch daughter get hold of a glass bottle. I'm not making

a

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

your concern for my

be grouchy, Larry. I’ve won and you’ve lost.

for me, the

Harry Hughes isn't missing. What’s left of him has been found dead in his hotel suite after the explosion. And I made sure the

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

“I suppose they might decide you were involved with the gangs. But I think it's more

leans forward onto her knees, her smile widening. “Either way, Larry, they’re not looking for you.

so you could plant a corpse to

have people wondering where you are, could

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

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

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