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.

emerges from the darkness. “Good afternoon, Larry. How

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

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 going

me while we talk. She watches me, a touch of wariness in her eyes. Momentarily, her gaze drops to her painted line, but she’s well

arms, lean back

good to get

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

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

Fake…

Extensions?

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

Two days?

Is there anything you

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

Finchby and Baxter were stupid, letting your little bitch daughter get hold of a glass bottle. I'm not making that mistake. You have hands. Use

to get a real

better to do with your time? Lick it off the wall if

your concern

lost. You’re mine now

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

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

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

insist, I left your passport not too far away, close enough to link you to the spot.” She sighs, stroking 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. You know…” She makes air commas… “Innocent Tourist Witnesses Gang Murder And Bloodbath. Criminals Retaliate.” The

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

just so you

looking away. “Couldn't have people wondering where you are, could I? That would spoil

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

you murdered? There were scores of people caught in

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