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.

“Good afternoon, Larry.

today, long and draped over her shoulders, with deep red lipstick. The dress is long and clingy, with a low cut neckline; designed to show off a

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

brightly. “What are we going to

watches me, a touch of

my arms, lean

to get

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

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

Fake…

Extensions?

You won’t do well down here if you don’t

Two days?

there

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

a tool? Finchby and Baxter were stupid, letting

a real

Lick it off the wall if you

touched by your concern for

don’t be grouchy, Larry. I’ve won and you’ve lost. You’re mine

realise they'll be looking for me, the police. By now

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

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

passport not too 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 war between the Wolves and the

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

explosion just so you could

looking away. “Couldn't have people wondering where you are,

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

murdered? There were scores of people caught in

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