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?”

…

I tell

… Or Charlotte?

…

…

“Richard? Are you alright?”

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

What a waste…

Richard… Would… would you like me to call by and tell Mitch myself? Give her the

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

there’s anything I can do, you know where to

“Thanks, Will.”

*****

his office next door to mine. He takes the news

“James?”

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

know that

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

tell her. At least for

out with waiting and hoping. Could this be worse? At least it’s closure and she

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

a thumbnail. “That might make her feel we’re spying on her. But we could make up her old room again,

news face-to-face. I’ve already asked Francis to cancel appointments for both

straightens up. Eyes red-rimmed, he tugs 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

with God-knows-what, and as usual, colour-co-ordinated to her outfit. “Good afternoon, Larry. How are

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

do you wear sunglasses

fashion statement.” Her voice

get up. Sitting with my knees up 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

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 looks unsubtle, almost grotesque on

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

Lunch?

usual paper packet from her lunch box, unwrapping some fragrant dainty, then appears to realise I’ve not moved. She nods down to the

Still, I don’t move.

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

bite from the potato, chewing slowly to convince my stomach it’s getting

“Enjoying that?” she says.

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