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? I do hope

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 underwear. A clutch bag in black satin completes the

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 the audience at some small town hall, for a talk on jam-making or how to grow

“What are we going

watches me, a touch of wariness in her eyes. Momentarily, her gaze drops to her painted line, but she’s well to

I fold my arms, lean

good to

about? I’m guessing you have a selection of choice topics.” I pace a

gives me a bright little smile.

Fake…

Extensions?

do well down here if you don’t move about more than I’ve seen you doing

Two days?

Is there

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

to get a real drink

with your time? Lick it off the wall if you have

touched by your concern

and you’ve lost.

me, the police. By now they'll know

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

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

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

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

so you could

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

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

of people caught in that

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