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…
down gunmen,
It’s just a rat…
openings, more scratching. And a
long enough into an abyss, the abyss will
Who said that?
Nietzsche?
Depressing bastard…
whiskers. I come equipped with
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know what
from her lunchbox, unwrapping one of her usual dainties from a napkin.
where, in a kidnap or hostage situation, the prisoner forms
you're getting
I have her attention. “… But there's a reverse condition. It's called Lima syndrome, where
“So?”
your
chocolate cracks off the small round cake, dropping back into the napkin and she dabs it up with a fingertip then
why do you
in her chewing, mouth hanging a
to watch me rot, you have your camera there.” I
want me to feed you? We can
do. But if that were the only reason, you could leave me a bag of potatoes and come once a week. Or even, once
swallows, not speaking, simply regarding me. I continue. “Am I your only friend, Sola? Is that it? You've murdered everyone else that might
swings her head, giggling. “So, you're my friend
The daughter you had slated as a sex-slave when she was a kid? That middle-aged hooker? You've not changed, Larry. I can see right through you. The same heartless bastard that shipped me out to dig up potatoes for
arms, sits back in her seat, arches her brows. “I am
have changed. Who ever really
“Solana…” she hisses.
stands, the lunchbox tumbling from her lap. The contents spill and scatter over the rancid concrete, some of it dropping just this side
heel,
ignoring the jab of pain in my ankle as the chain snaps taut, I snatch up the discarded meal from the filthy concrete, scrabbling to grab broken fragments of meat in one hand, a cake with the other before, with a click, the light
camera. It hardly matters. My attention is
almost untouched, only a single bite taken from the corner. And
not eaten anything like this for…
For how long?
Months? My sense of time is
had a
another, I ram the
goes down the wrong way and suddenly I’m no longer eating,
barf it up, where it plops
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