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.

the darkness. “Good afternoon,

draped over her shoulders, with deep red lipstick. The dress is long and clingy, with a low cut neckline; designed to show off a figure which I suspect is being

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

brightly. “What are we going to talk

at me while we talk. She watches me, a touch of wariness in her eyes. Momentarily, her gaze drops to her painted

I fold my arms,

to get off

topics.” I pace a little,

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

Fake…

Extensions?

down here if you don’t move about more than I’ve seen you doing

Two days?

there anything

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

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

difficult to get a real drink that

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

by your concern for my

you’ve lost. You’re mine

be looking for me, the police.

the explosion. And I made sure the police found some clues about you being

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

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

onto her knees, her smile widening. “Either way, Larry, they’re not looking

so you could plant a corpse to

where you are,

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

of people caught in that explosion.

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