Hot Revenge Box Set 4

Chapter 52

Klempner

What's the obsession with potatoes?

I called her Potato Face when she was a kid.

What does she look like now?

Jenny was no looker at that age…

… But she matured. Bloomed.

Juliana... Never the same twice.

I scratch at my beard. I’ve never liked facial hair in hot climates, but I don’t have a choice right now. Even so, the flourishing colony of lice that has stowed aboard adds an extra edge of irritation.

Lice…

Where the fuck did they come from?

Can rat lice live on humans?

Having a fucking good go at it…

I catch one, squeezing the revolting thing between my fingernails. It bursts with a Pop!

Only another 999 to go…

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The boredom’s the worst. Endless hours. Endless days and nights. I’ve no idea how long.

The only breaks in the monotony are Juliana’s visits: just long enough to sit, eat something at me, toss a potato at me.

No, not Juliana: Solana.

Why's she so obsessed with the name?

How many names have I used over the years? Worn like a suit of clothes to be discarded when the weather changes and something different is needed.

I’ve never been defined by my name.

But she sees it differently…

Something skritches and I jerk a look sidelong

It’s a rat…

Just a rat…

faced down

It’s just a rat…

the dark openings, more scratching. And

long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back

Who said that?

Nietzsche?

Depressing bastard…

with teeth and whiskers. I come equipped with fists and feet.

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you know

something from her lunchbox, unwrapping one of her usual dainties from

where, in a kidnap or hostage

“You saying you're getting attached to

Don't misread me...” Her head tilts. She pretending mockery, but I have her attention. “… But there's a reverse condition. It's called Lima syndrome, where the captor comes to

“So?”

I your only friend,

You think you’re my friend?” The napkin produces a brigadeiro. A flake of chocolate cracks off the small round cake, dropping back into the napkin and she dabs it up with a

do you keep coming

pauses in her chewing, mouth hanging

me rot, you have your camera there.” I jerk my chin up to the blinking

me to

the only reason, you could leave me a bag of potatoes and come once a

chews and swallows, not speaking, simply regarding me. I continue. “Am I your only friend, Sola? Is that it? You've murdered everyone else that

“So, you're

hooker? You've not changed, Larry. I can see right through you. The same heartless bastard that shipped me

arms, sits back in her seat, arches her brows. “I am making you

otherwise? I'm not claiming to have changed.

“Solana…” she hisses.

over the rancid concrete, some of it dropping just this

heel, she

ignoring the jab of pain in my ankle as the chain snaps taut, I snatch up the discarded meal from the

eyes adjust to the green blink of the camera. It

is almost untouched, only a single bite taken from

anything like this

For how long?

My sense of time is out

I had a

in a mouthful of empanada, then another, I ram the food

wrong way and suddenly I’m no longer

I barf it up, where it plops

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