Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

In the office, Charlotte, looking helpless, sits with arms wrapped around the wildly sobbing Kirstie, patting her on the shoulders, making crooning noises and pushing a conveyor belt of tissues into her hand.

I feel terrible.

Fucked that one up, didn’t I…?

Perching a hip on the desktop by her, “Kirstie… I’m so sorry. I tried…”

She sniffles into the tissues. “It’s not your fault, James. He wouldn’t listen to me. He wouldn’t listen to you.” She rummages in a pocket, tugs something out; a crumpled ribbon of velvet.

She holds it in her hand. The single pearl it carries dangles forlornly. “It’s done,” she says.

“Do you want to go home?” I ask. “I’ll drive you.”

Her head swings. “No, thank you, James. I’d rather work. I’d rather be here.”

*****

Klempner - Twenty-Six Years Ago

True to his prediction, Bech produces an address for Conners in under an hour. “I put Malory on there,” he says, “to check out if she’s there. It’s on the fourth floor, but he confirms he’s sighted a red-headed woman moving around inside.” He tugs at his chin, eyeing me speculatively. “What are your orders, sir?”

I want nothing more than to walk away from this. To lie down. To sleep away the banging inside my head.

“Sir?”

This is about survival…

“Sir, we cannot let this woman run free. She knows too much. She’s a loose cannon.”

He’s right…

But I can’t bring myself to give the order.

Bech inhales. “Sir, I understand that you find this difficult. If you wish, I will handle it.”

“No!”

Bech jolts at my tone.

More calmly, “No. As you say, Bech. It has to be handled. Tell Malory to stay where he is. Keep a track of where they are. We’ll meet him there.”

*****

By the elevator, Malory is waiting for us as we arrive. In blue overalls and with a toolbox on hand, he’s making a show of working on a radiator under the window. Conners’ apartment is down the corridor one way. In the other direction; the landing branches to the stairwell, then more apartments.

“They both inside?” I ask.

“She’s inside.” Malory thumbs out of the window, down and across the street. “He’s in the take-out. Saw him go in there ten minutes ago.”

Bech grunts. “Should be due out any minute now then.”

As we watch, a familiar figure, carrying a large flat box, exits the pizza parlour and crosses the road. He enters the building and a few seconds later the indicator for the elevator flashes downwards for the ground floor.

“You two stay in the background,” mutters Bech. “I’ll meet and greet our Mr Conners.”

stairwell, watching through the glass panel. Bech stands away from the elevator to

for the corridor. Bech follows behind. “Mr Conners? Frank Conners? Could I have a word please.” He flashes a badge, and for just

his eyes

cuts off his words with a punch in the gut that drops him to his knees, gasping and coughing. Then

“Keys,” I snap.

one pocket, then another. Then frisks him. “Not on him.”

and tell her

rolls eyes at me. “Larry…” His

why you tried to steal Mitch,

silky. “Only so many chances, Frankie. You going to do as you’re told?” He pushes him away and along the corridor, the barrel

side. Conners looks to me again, sweating. I raise brows and eye-point him back to

speak. “Mitch…” He swallows. “Mitch. It’s me. Open

of

Bech jams in a foot, pushing hard and from beyond, there’s a shriek of

Mitch…

Scared…

My guts drops.

barrel in, pushing Conners ahead of them. As I follow in behind, Bech is on her, a hand at her throat, the gun

“Get your

his eyes. Then he subsides, pushing her away with the flat of

“Get him out

two frog-march Conners, squealing all the way, to the

a-fly… Her breath comes in quick

skitters back. “Don’t you

wall, she darts eyes this

Looking for a weapon?

An escape?

to hurt you.

saw? Chained up. What happens to them?” Her lip curls. Disgust drips through her voice. “You sell them to the highest bidder? Is

abs clench. I

at me as though she’d found a maggot in her food. “Is that what you

with you. You’re different. And… I’m different when I’m with you.

Believe me…

Please… Believe me…

you left, I was coming to see you. To say

Disappointment claws at me…

So close…

it’s different now. I'm changing. You've changed me. I'll change it all, everything; Blessingmoors, everything. You can help. I

what?” she hisses. “Not sell your women? Your goods? What will you do? Let them go? Send them home,

set them free. Send them home. If that’s what you want.

up saliva. “And your man there, that took Frank away... Bech was it? There’s a murdering bastard if I ever saw one. Will he agree to all this? Just like that? All that profit down the

as

panting isn’t quite so frantic. Her eyes are softening. “Come with me, Mitch. Please. You

head raises. “What about

You ran to him…

him

Some two-bit salesman...

and I'll let

with you, isn't

away. Carefully, I reach, holding her at the shoulders. I drop my forehead to hers. “I just want