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

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 with well-chosen

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

says brightly. “What are we going

talk. She watches me, a touch of wariness

my arms, lean

to

you have a selection of choice topics.” I pace a little, as much as the chain allows, unhinging stiff knees

me a bright little smile. “And…” She

Fake…

Extensions?

look after yourself. Exercise. You won’t do well down here if you don’t move about

Two days?

Is there anything

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

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

get a real drink that

it off the wall if you have to.

touched by your concern for

lost. You’re mine now

me, the police. By

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 of bodies they’ll have found around

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

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

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

you rigged that explosion just so you could plant a corpse

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

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

then,” 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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