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.

concrete, then Juliana emerges from the darkness. “Good afternoon, Larry. How

black hair today, 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 figure which I suspect is being enhanced

waiting for a favourite teacher to begin the lesson. Or perhaps in the

brightly. “What are we going to talk about

She watches me, a touch of wariness in her eyes. Momentarily,

arms, lean back against

good to get off the

topics.” I pace a little,

right.” She gives me a bright little smile.

Fake…

Extensions?

of it, Larry. You must look after yourself. Exercise. You won’t do well down here if you don’t move about more than I’ve

Two days?

Is there

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

stupid, letting your little bitch daughter get hold

get a real drink that

Lick it off the wall if

by your

won and you’ve lost. You’re

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

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 of bodies they’ll have found around there recently, I’m sure that

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

But I think it's

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

that explosion just so you could plant a corpse to

wondering where you are, could I? That would spoil our

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

I spit back. “How many have you murdered? There were scores of people caught in that explosion. All innocent. All nothing to do with

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