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.

from the darkness. “Good afternoon, Larry. How are you? I do hope you’ve

and draped over her shoulders, with deep red lipstick. The dress is long and clingy, with a low cut

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

are we going to

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

my arms, lean back

it’s good to get off the

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

you’re right.” She gives me a bright little smile. “And…” She aims a long painted

Fake…

Extensions?

that’s part 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 seen you

Two days?

Is there anything

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

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

a real

time? Lick it off the wall if you

your concern for my

grouchy, Larry. I’ve won and you’ve lost. You’re mine now and we’re playing

the

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?”

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

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

just so you could plant a corpse to stand in for

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

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

of people caught

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