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.

the Click Click of heels on concrete, then Juliana emerges from the darkness. “Good afternoon, Larry. How are you? I do hope

dress is long and clingy, with a low cut neckline; designed to show off a figure which I suspect is

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

says brightly. “What are we going to talk

She watches me, a touch of

I fold my arms, lean back

to get

talk about? I’m guessing you have a selection of choice topics.” I pace a little, as much

little smile.

Fake…

Extensions?

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 doing

Two days?

there anything you

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

turn into a weapon or a tool? Finchby and Baxter were stupid, letting your little bitch daughter get hold of a glass

a

have something better to do with your time? Lick it off the wall if you have to. I’m not giving you a

your concern for my

you’ve lost. You’re mine now and we’re playing

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

Hughes 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 there

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

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

“Either way, Larry, they’re not looking for you. You’re dead. Or the man they think you are

just so you could plant a corpse

you are,

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

There were scores of people caught in that explosion. All innocent. All nothing to do

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