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.

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

and clingy, with a low cut neckline; designed to show off a figure which

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

brightly. “What are we going to talk about

of wariness in her eyes. Momentarily, her gaze drops to her painted line, but she’s

arms, lean back

it’s good to

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

you’re right.” She gives me a bright little smile. “And…”

Fake…

Extensions?

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

Two days?

Is there

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

tool? Finchby and Baxter were stupid, letting

difficult to get a

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

by your concern

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

for me, the police. By now they'll know I'm

been found dead in his hotel suite 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

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

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

way, Larry, they’re not looking for you. You’re dead. Or the man they

so you could plant a corpse to stand

“Couldn't have people wondering where you are, could I? That would spoil our fun

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

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

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