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.

seconds, the Click Click of heels on concrete, then Juliana emerges from the darkness. “Good afternoon,

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

favourite teacher to begin the lesson. Or perhaps in the audience at

are

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

fold my arms, lean

it’s good to get

talk about? I’m guessing you have a selection of choice topics.” I pace a little, as much as the chain allows, unhinging stiff knees and

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

Fake…

Extensions?

it, Larry. You must look after yourself. Exercise. You won’t do well down here if

Two days?

Is there anything

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

Finchby and Baxter were stupid, letting your

get a

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

by your

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

looking for me, the police. By

in his hotel suite after the explosion. And I made sure the police found some clues about you being near my apartment. With the

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

hair. “I suppose they might decide you were involved with the gangs. But I think it's more likely

not looking for you. You’re dead. Or the man they think you are

spins… “So… you rigged that explosion just so you could plant a corpse to stand in for

people wondering where you are, could I?

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

murdered? There were scores of people caught in that explosion. All innocent.

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