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 gunmen, soldiers,
It’s just a rat…
the dark openings, more scratching. And a nose
if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss
Who said that?
Nietzsche?
Depressing bastard…
abyss comes equipped with teeth and whiskers. I come equipped with fists and feet. Between
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you know what Stockholm syndrome
her lunchbox, unwrapping one of her usual dainties from a
in a kidnap or hostage situation, the prisoner forms an attachment
“You saying you're getting attached to
Her head tilts. She pretending mockery, but I have her attention. “… But there's a reverse condition.
“So?”
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 fingertip then
do you keep coming
mouth hanging a
me rot, you have your camera there.”
assume you do want me
bag of potatoes and come once a week. Or even, once a month. But, so far as I
chews and swallows, not speaking, simply regarding me. I continue. “Am I your only friend, Sola? Is that it? You've murdered everyone else
“So, you're my friend
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
arms, sits back in her seat, arches her brows. “I am making you
to have changed. Who ever really changes?” I raise my gaze again,
“Solana…” she hisses.
lap. The contents spill and scatter over the rancid concrete, some of it dropping just this side of that painted line, now less than white. Even under the heavy make-up, her colour has changed. White-faced, white-lipped, scarlet
heel, she
of pain in my ankle as the chain snaps taut, I snatch up the discarded meal from the filthy concrete,
green blink of the camera.
delicacy is almost untouched, only a single bite taken from the
not eaten anything like this for…
For how long?
Weeks? Months? My sense of time is
I had
empanada, then another, I ram the food
Half-chewed pulp goes down the wrong way and suddenly I’m no longer eating, but coughing and choking
meal, I barf it up, where it plops in a
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