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.

concrete, then Juliana emerges from the darkness. “Good afternoon, Larry. How are you? I do hope you’ve had

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

a polite little smile, then sits, on her 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 dahlias. At least she could if Morticia Addams had

“What are we

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

fold my arms, lean back against

good to get off the

of choice topics.” I pace a little, as much

little smile. “And…” She aims

Fake…

Extensions?

part of 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?”

and Baxter were stupid, letting your little bitch daughter get hold

difficult to get a real drink that

it off

your concern for

I’ve won and you’ve lost. You’re mine now and

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

of him has been found dead in his hotel suite after the explosion. And I made sure

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

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 Nightshades. You know…” She makes air commas… “Innocent Tourist Witnesses Gang Murder And Bloodbath. Criminals Retaliate.” The papers

way, Larry, they’re not looking for you.

so you could plant a corpse to

have people wondering where you are,

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

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

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