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.

“Good afternoon, Larry. How are you?

long and clingy, with a low cut neckline; designed to show off a figure which I suspect is being enhanced with well-chosen

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

she says brightly. “What are we going to talk about

down at 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 to one side

arms,

good to get off

a selection of choice topics.” I pace

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

Fake…

Extensions?

well down here if you don’t move about more

Two days?

there

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

and Baxter were stupid, letting your little bitch daughter get hold of a glass bottle. I'm

get a real drink that

it off the wall if you have to.

your concern

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

be looking for me, the police. By

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 that will perk

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

with the gangs. But I think it's more likely they'll say you got caught in

they’re not looking for you. You’re

“So… you rigged that explosion just so

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

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

have you murdered? There were scores of

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