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.

concrete, then Juliana emerges from the darkness. “Good afternoon, Larry. How are you? I do hope you’ve had the opportunity to fully

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

eyes, I don’t reply and 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

are we

going to let her look down at me while we talk. She watches me, a touch of wariness

I fold my arms,

it’s good to get off the

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

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

Fake…

Extensions?

must look after yourself. Exercise. You won’t do well down here if you don’t move about more than I’ve seen you doing

Two days?

Is there

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

into a weapon or a tool? Finchby and Baxter were stupid, letting your little bitch daughter get hold of a glass bottle. I'm not making that mistake.

get a real drink that

better to do with your time? Lick it off the

by your concern for

Larry. I’ve won and you’ve lost. You’re

looking for me, the police.

I made sure the police found some

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

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

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

spins… “So… you rigged that explosion just so you could plant a corpse to stand in for

have people wondering where you are, could I? That would spoil our fun

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

spit back. “How many have you murdered? There were scores of people

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