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.

afternoon, Larry. How are you? I do hope you’ve had the opportunity to fully appreciate

The dress is long and clingy, with a low cut neckline; designed

begin the lesson. Or perhaps in the audience at some small town hall,

“What are we going to talk

talk. She watches me, a touch of wariness in her eyes. Momentarily, her gaze drops to her painted line, but

fold my arms, lean

to get off

choice topics.” I pace a little, as much as the

you’re right.” She gives me a bright little smile.

Fake…

Extensions?

look after yourself. Exercise. You won’t do well down here if you don’t move about more than I’ve seen you doing

Two days?

Is there anything you

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

something to turn into a weapon or a tool? Finchby and Baxter were stupid, letting your little

a real drink that

off the wall if you

touched by your concern for

Larry. I’ve won and you’ve lost. You’re

realise they'll be looking for me, the

of him has been found dead in his hotel suite after the explosion. And I made sure the police

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

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

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

you rigged that explosion just so you

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

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

scores of people caught in that explosion.

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