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?”

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…

you like me to call by and tell Mitch myself? Give her the official

deserves better than that. I’ll tell her. Or I’ll tell James and Michael, and get one of them to break

can do, you know where to

“Thanks, Will.”

*****

is in his office next door to mine.

“James?”

bridge of his nose, eyes squeezing. “I feel terrible. This is all

don’t know

per cent for sure. I gave Juliana the wedge to crack his defences. It’s almost certainly down to me.” He breathes in, then

shouldn’t tell her. At least for a while. After the birth. She could

his 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. She’ll have

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

thumbnail. “That might make her feel we’re spying on her. But we could make up her old room again, so it’s there as an

go. Deliver the news face-to-face. I’ve

straightens up. Eyes red-rimmed, he tugs his jacket straight.

*****

 

Klempner

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

as usual, colour-co-ordinated

very gaudy, very Latin. The dress fits too tightly and the lipstick is too bright for her. Although that might

you

statement.” Her voice is

on my fettered ankle, hands loosely clasped around my legs, I do shift a little, moving my weight from one side

sludge that would be flattering on some young woman of genuine Latino descent, but which simply looks

lunch?” She smiles brightly and tosses a potato at me. On auto-pilot, I catch the miserable thing mid-air before it hit the deck but, despite the clenching in my gut,

Lunch?

dainty, then appears to realise I’ve not moved. She nods down to the potato. “Go on. Eat it.

Still, I don’t move.

then, “If you eat that one now and behave

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

“Enjoying that?” she says.

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