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.

of heels on concrete, then Juliana emerges from the darkness. “Good afternoon, Larry.

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

be in school, waiting for a favourite teacher to begin the lesson.

“What are we

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 line, but she’s well to one side of it, me

I fold my arms, lean

to get off the

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

me a bright little

Fake…

Extensions?

after yourself. Exercise. You won’t do well down here if you don’t move about more than

Two days?

there anything

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

“What? And 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 glass bottle.

get a real

something better to do with your time? Lick it off the wall if you have to. I’m not

by your concern

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

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

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

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

you 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

way, Larry, they’re not looking

explosion just so you could

people wondering where you are, could I? That would

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

you murdered? There were scores of people caught in that explosion. All innocent. All nothing

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