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

low cut

a favourite teacher to begin the

brightly. “What are we going to talk about

at me while we talk. She watches me, a touch of wariness in her eyes. Momentarily, her

fold my arms,

but it’s good to get off

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

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

Fake…

Extensions?

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?

Is there anything

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

stupid, letting your little

a real

your time? Lick it off

touched by your concern for

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

looking for me, the police. By now they'll know I'm

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

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

She sighs, stroking a hand over her hair. “I suppose they might decide you were involved with the gangs. But I think it's

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

you rigged that explosion just so you could plant a corpse to stand

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

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

then,” I spit back. “How many have you murdered? There were scores of people caught in that explosion. All innocent. All

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