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.

darkness. “Good afternoon, Larry. How are you? I do

deep red lipstick. The dress is long and clingy, with a low cut neckline; designed to show off a figure which I suspect is being enhanced with well-chosen underwear. A clutch bag in black satin

be in school, waiting for a favourite teacher to begin the lesson. Or perhaps in the audience at some small

“What are we going to

of wariness in her eyes. Momentarily, her gaze drops to her painted line, but she’s well to one side of it,

fold my arms, lean back against

to get off the

about? I’m guessing you have a selection of choice topics.” I

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

Fake…

Extensions?

Larry. You must look after yourself. Exercise. You won’t do well down here if you don’t move

Two days?

Is there anything you

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

turn into a weapon or a tool? Finchby and Baxter were stupid, letting your

to get a real

it off the wall if you have to.

by your concern for

I’ve won and you’ve lost. You’re mine now and we’re playing by my

they'll be looking for me, the

her nose. “’Fraid not. You see, Harry 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

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

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

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

so you could plant a corpse

“Couldn't have people wondering where you are, could

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

of people caught in that explosion. All innocent. All

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