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

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

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

are we going to

to let her look down at me while 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

my arms, lean

it’s good to get off

you have a selection of choice topics.” I pace

She gives me a bright little smile.

Fake…

Extensions?

after yourself. Exercise. 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 you

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

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. You have

to get a real drink that

have something better to do with your time? Lick it off

your

I’ve won and you’ve lost.

the police.

dead in his hotel suite after the explosion. And I made sure the police found some clues about you

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

over her hair. “I suppose 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 Nightshades. You know…” She

they’re not looking

so you could plant

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

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

back. “How many have you murdered? There were scores of people caught in that explosion. All innocent. All nothing to

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