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.

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

shoulders, with deep red lipstick. The dress is long and clingy, with a low cut neckline; designed to

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

says brightly. “What are we going to

look down at me while we talk. She watches me, a touch of wariness in her eyes. Momentarily, her gaze drops to her painted line,

fold my arms, lean back against the

but it’s good to get off

choice topics.” I pace a little, as much

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

Fake…

Extensions?

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

Two days?

there

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

weapon or a tool? Finchby and Baxter were stupid, letting your little bitch daughter get hold of a glass bottle. I'm not making that mistake. You

difficult to get a real drink

it off the wall if you have to. I’m not giving

by your concern for my

won and you’ve lost. You’re

looking for 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 apartment. With the number of bodies they’ll have found around there recently, I’m sure that will perk their interest

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

the gangs. But I think it's more

“Either way, Larry, they’re not

explosion just so you could plant a corpse to stand in for

you

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

have you murdered? There were scores of people caught in that

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