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.

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

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

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

brightly. “What are we

her look down at me while we talk. She watches me, a touch of

arms,

to get off the

guessing you have a selection of choice topics.” I pace a little, as much as the chain allows, unhinging

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

Fake…

Extensions?

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

Two days?

Is there

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

letting your little

get a

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

your concern for

be grouchy, Larry. I’ve won and you’ve lost. You’re mine now and

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

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 found some clues about you being near

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

a hand over her hair. “I suppose they might decide 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.

“Either way, Larry, they’re not looking for you. You’re dead. Or the man they think you

mind spins… “So… you rigged that explosion just so you

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

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

back. “How many have you murdered? There were scores of

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