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.

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

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

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 grow

“What are

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

arms,

good to get off the

of choice topics.” I pace a little,

She gives me a bright little smile.

Fake…

Extensions?

down here if you don’t move about more than

Two days?

there anything

I pause…

Seriously?

“How about a cup?”

and Baxter were stupid, letting

to get a real

off the wall if you have to. I’m not giving you a

your concern for

be grouchy, Larry. I’ve won and you’ve lost. You’re mine now and

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

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 have found around there recently,

My chest tightens…

“What clues?”

you insist, I left your passport not too far away, close enough to link 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 you got caught in the war between

“Either way, Larry, they’re not looking for you. You’re dead. Or

spins… “So… you rigged that explosion just so you could

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

“Juliana…”

“Sola!” she snaps.

of people caught in that explosion. All innocent. All nothing to do

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