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.

of heels on concrete, then Juliana emerges from the darkness. “Good afternoon, Larry. How are you?

long and clingy, with a low cut neckline; designed to

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

are

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

fold my arms,

it’s good to

about? I’m guessing you have a selection of choice topics.” I pace a little, as much as the chain allows, unhinging stiff knees and hips, stretching

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

Fake…

Extensions?

You won’t do well down here if you

Two days?

Is there anything

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

tool? Finchby and Baxter were stupid, letting your little

to get a

to do with your time? Lick it off the

touched by your concern for

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

they'll be looking for me, the police.

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

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

far away, close enough to link you to the spot.” She sighs, stroking a hand over her hair. “I 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

they’re not looking for you. You’re dead. Or the man they think you are

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

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

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

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

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