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?”

I’m not. It might sound ridiculous. We know the man Klempner was in the past… But the courage 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. And now… his chances

What a waste…

would you like me to call by and tell Mitch myself?

tell her. Or I’ll tell James and Michael, and get one

there’s anything I can do, you

“Thanks, Will.”

*****

office next door to

“James?”

eyes squeezing. “I feel terrible. This is all

don’t know that for

it ninety-nine per cent for sure. I gave Juliana the wedge to crack his defences. It’s almost

for a while. After

chin. “She’s already stressed out with waiting and hoping. Could this be worse? At least it’s closure and she knows what she’s dealing with.

back into the house? So we can all keep a closer eye on her? Elizabeth and

But we could make up her old

face-to-face. I’ve already asked Francis to

his jacket

*****

 

Klempner

dim to bright, and grunting, I raise a hand to shield my eyes for a few seconds. By the time I’m blinking back to normality, the click-click of stiletto heels is drawing

and as usual, colour-co-ordinated to her

red today; very gaudy, very Latin. The dress fits too tightly and the lipstick is too bright for

you wear sunglasses

statement.”

do shift a little, moving my weight from one side to the other.

black; much too dark for her complexion. Not that her complexion is visible, with her face plastered under a brown sludge that would be

potato at me. On auto-pilot, I catch the miserable thing mid-air before it hit the deck but, despite the clenching in my

Lunch?

lunch box, unwrapping some fragrant dainty, then appears to realise I’ve not moved. She nods

Still, I don’t move.

blinks, then, “If you eat that one now and

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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