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 you?

and draped over her shoulders, with deep red lipstick. The dress is long and clingy, with a low cut

a favourite teacher to begin the lesson. Or perhaps in

brightly. “What are

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

my arms, lean back against the

good to get off

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, unhinging stiff knees and hips, stretching

you’re right.” She gives me a bright little

Fake…

Extensions?

You won’t do well down here if you don’t move about more than I’ve seen you doing the last two

Two days?

Is there anything

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

and Baxter were stupid, letting your

difficult to get a real

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

touched by your concern for my

you’ve lost.

for me, the police.

I made sure the police found some clues about you being near my apartment. With the number of bodies they’ll have found around

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

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

that explosion just so you could plant a

wondering where you

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

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

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