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.

on concrete, then Juliana emerges from the darkness. “Good afternoon, Larry. How are

with a low cut neckline; designed

she awards me a polite little smile, then sits, on her 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.

“What are we going

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,

but it’s good to get

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

bright little smile. “And…” She

Fake…

Extensions?

that’s 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

Two days?

there

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

stupid, letting your little bitch daughter get hold of a glass bottle. I'm not making that mistake.

difficult to get a real

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

touched by your

be grouchy, Larry. I’ve won and you’ve lost.

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

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

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

hair. “I suppose they might decide you were involved with the gangs. But I think it's

widening. “Either way, Larry, they’re not looking for you.

explosion just so you could plant a corpse

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

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

scores of people caught in that explosion.

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