Hot Revenge Box Set 4

Chapter 46

Richard

My intercom buzzes.

“Yes, Francis?”

“Mr Haswell, I have the police commissioner on for you.”

“Put him through, please…” The phone clicks… “Richard?”

“Will, good to hear from you. What can I do for you? Do you have any news?”

“I do, Richard, yes. But it’s not good news I’m afraid.”

Damn…

“Go on.”

“I’ve emailed you a report from the authorities in Brazil. Briefly, there was an explosion in a hotel room in São Paulo; a booby-trapped lavatory would you believe. It took out several rooms and there were a lot of casualties. Two bodies were taken from the room. One was a member of the hotel staff. The other was a guest. The passport identifies him as one Harry Hughes: English. But take a look at the photograph and tell me what you think.”

My mouth sours…

Christ…

If it is…

“Can you hold, Will, while I pull up the email.”

“No problem. Take your time.”

Tap… Tap… Tap… Click…

Password…

Scroll…

Click…

Crap!

I breathe in. Let out air.

“Yes, that’s him. He’s clever with the hair and the glasses. It’s quite subtle and you wouldn’t see it on a casual glance, but that’s him…”

…

“Richard?”

…

do I tell

… Or Charlotte?

…

…

“Richard? Are you alright?”

he’s shown… The way he behaved when Charlotte was abducted… And when he knew there was a threat to Mitch. And James. There was a real human inside there somewhere, fighting to get out.

What a waste…

to call by

I’ll tell James and Michael,

anything I can do, you know where

“Thanks, Will.”

*****

is in his office next door to mine. He takes the news

“James?”

the bridge of his nose, eyes squeezing. “I feel

don’t know

gave Juliana the wedge to crack his defences. It’s almost certainly down to me.” He

her. At least for

Could this be worse? At least it’s closure and she knows what she’s dealing with. She’ll have

we can all keep a closer eye on her? Elizabeth and Charlotte

her. But we could make up her old room again, so it’s there as an option

I’ve already asked Francis to cancel

Eyes red-rimmed, he tugs his jacket straight. “You’re right. Time

*****

 

Klempner

flicks from dim to bright, and grunting, I raise a hand to shield my eyes for a few seconds. By the

usual,

tightly and the lipstick is too bright for her. Although that might not show on the casual

you

a fashion statement.” Her voice is

to relieve the strain on my fettered ankle, hands loosely clasped around my legs, I do shift a little, moving my weight from one side to the other. I’ve almost ceased to notice the cold striking up from the concrete, but it still rubs, being in contact with

Latin thing today. The wig is black; much too dark for her complexion. Not that her complexion is visible, with her face plastered under a brown sludge that would be flattering on some young woman of genuine Latino descent, but which simply

smiles brightly and tosses a potato at me. On auto-pilot, I catch the miserable thing mid-air before it hit the deck but,

Lunch?

then appears to realise I’ve not moved. She nods down to

Still, I don’t move.

eat that one now and behave yourself, I’ll give you another before I

it over the head. I take a bite from the potato, chewing slowly to convince my stomach it’s getting a good meal. What’s galling is that my stomach is coming

“Enjoying that?” she says.

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