Hot Revenge Box Set 4

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 the opportunity to

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

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 lesson. Or perhaps in the audience at some small town hall, for a talk on jam-making or how to grow dahlias. At least she could if

“What are we going to

I’m fucked if I’m going to let her look down at me while we talk. She watches me, a touch of wariness in her

fold my arms,

to get off

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

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

Fake…

Extensions?

won’t do well down here if you don’t move about more

Two days?

Is there

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

weapon or a tool? Finchby and Baxter were stupid, letting your little bitch daughter get hold of a glass bottle. I'm not making that mistake. You have hands.

difficult to get a real drink that

Lick it off

touched by your concern

you’ve lost. You’re mine now

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

isn't 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 being near my apartment. With the number

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

suppose they might decide you were involved with the gangs. But I think it's more likely they'll say you got caught in the war between the Wolves and the Nightshades. You know…” She makes air commas… “Innocent Tourist Witnesses Gang Murder And Bloodbath. Criminals Retaliate.” The papers love

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

you rigged that explosion just so

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

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

murdered? There were scores of people caught in that explosion.