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.

afternoon, Larry. How are you? I do hope you’ve had the opportunity to fully

lipstick. The dress is long and clingy, with a low cut neckline; designed to show off a figure which I suspect is

neatly folded. She could be in school, waiting for a favourite teacher to begin the lesson. Or

are

I’m going to let her look down at me while we talk. She watches me, a touch of wariness in her eyes. Momentarily, her gaze drops to her painted

my arms, lean back

good to

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

bright little smile.

Fake…

Extensions?

part of it, Larry. You 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 the

Two days?

Is there

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

give you something to turn into a weapon or a tool? Finchby and Baxter were stupid, letting your little bitch daughter get hold of

a

with your time? Lick it off the wall if you have to. I’m

by your concern

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

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

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 apartment. With the number of bodies they’ll have found around there recently, I’m sure

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

were involved with the gangs. But I think it's more

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

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

shrugs, looking away. “Couldn't have people wondering where you are,

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

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

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