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

her shoulders, with deep red lipstick. The dress is long and clingy, with a low cut

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

are we going to talk

touch of wariness in her eyes. Momentarily, her gaze drops

my arms, lean

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

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

Fake…

Extensions?

do well down here if you don’t move about more than I’ve seen you doing the last

Two days?

there anything you

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

were stupid, letting your little bitch daughter get hold of a glass bottle. I'm not making that

difficult to get a real

your time? Lick it off

your

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

looking for me, the police.

his 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 that will perk their

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

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

way, Larry, they’re not looking for you. You’re dead. Or the man they think you

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

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

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

were scores of people caught in that explosion. All innocent. All nothing

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