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 darkness. “Good afternoon, Larry. How are you?

is long and clingy, with a low cut neckline; designed to show off a figure which I suspect is being enhanced with well-chosen underwear. A clutch

school, waiting for a favourite teacher to begin the lesson. Or perhaps in the audience at some small

says brightly. “What are we going

touch of

my arms,

but it’s good to get off the

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

bright little smile. “And…” She aims a

Fake…

Extensions?

well down

Two days?

there anything

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

a tool? Finchby and Baxter were stupid, letting your little bitch

to get a real drink

do with your time? Lick it off the wall if you have to. I’m not

touched by your concern

and you’ve lost. You’re mine now and we’re playing

be looking for me, the police.

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

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

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

not looking for you. You’re

mind spins… “So… you rigged that explosion just so you could plant a corpse to

“Couldn't have people wondering where you are,

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

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

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