Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

Mitch

She descends the stairs as if the devil is behind her…

He is…

She risks a look up; the briefest of glances. She can’t see him, but the clang of pursuit echoes above her.

And she runs…

Down two stories, three. Almost to ground level… and there… As she hits tarmac… a door close by… An emergency exit swings open, a body erupting out of it…

Frank.

He canons into her, grabbing her by the waist, swinging her around.

“Mitch…”

“Don’t stop.” She jerks a head up to where Klempner rattles down the steps after her. “Where’s your car?”

“Basement, but the keys…”

“Got them. Move.”

The pair swerve, u-turning back into the stairwell, barrelling downwards. From above, the sound of a slamming door; echoing boots on concrete

They burst into the parking lot.

“Where?” She peers into the low dark space.

“There.” He points, still running, snatching at her wrist, towing her along. From behind another crash from a swinging door. From off-side, Bech appears with Malory, both with guns in their hands.

The pair dash from one grey concrete pillar to another; stooping, running at a crouch, dodging between corridors of vehicles; vans, station wagons, saloons… Then, a sports car; shiny, bright red and low…

A crack behind her. A whistle…

Mitch shrieks and drops as the bullet skids over the door of the two-seater, taking paintwork with it…

Klempner’s voice, reverberating through the low space. “Put the fucking gun down. Hurt her and I’ll gut you.”

… but she keeps moving…

Frank is ahead of her. For a moment he skids, foot sliding over a patch of oil. Slipping, he falls but catches himself on the handle of the nearest door, then, “There… Keys!”

She tosses them across and twisting, he catches them one-handedly, pointing ahead to his own 4x4. Lights flash orange, beeping and the crunch of disengaging locks resound through the low-ceilinged space.

She tumbles into the passenger seat.

“Stay down.” Frank engages and with the screech of tortured rubber, the car careens down the ranks of vehicles.

Klempner cuts across, sprinting for the exit. Silhouetted against

to the black-burned stripes on the pitted concrete. Slamming his fist onto the horn, it shrieks defiance as the car rockets to the exit. At the last moment, Klempner hurls himself to one side as they smash through the barrier

runs after them, squinting into the sunshine but already the

with him, Malory wheezing behind.

foot, planting his boot in Bech’s ribs. “Use a gun

in on himself, Bech hisses through his

boot in your guts. Now

*****

Charlotte

“Francis, it’s Kirstie. I’m trying to find Charlotte. Is she up

starts to reply, but I interrupt her. “Yes,

someone down here for you. A Mr Maurio Vincenzo. He says he’s from Vincenzo

cocks a questioning

lawyers who handled my

on earth could they

what it’s about,

with you. Should I

“Yes, of course.”

don’t have anything outstanding

And if there was anything, I’m sure Chad would have

“Would you like me to sit in with

I want to

you would like to,

man wearing a dark grey suit and a professional manner steps out. He glances around, then to me.

“That’s right.”

steps forward, hand outstretched. “Maurio Vincenzo. You dealt with

hand, shake it. “Pleased to meet you. I’m a bit baffled though. Surely

matter entirely. Although it was your estranged husband who informed us where

no appointments just now, Charlotte. The conference room is free all morning.” She

follows us in, to the sidelong glance of the

“It’s fine,” I say.

mean no offence, but you and I have not met before and I must establish your identity. I understand you are currently known as ‘Charlotte Summerford’, but my father dealt

“That’s right.”

can prove

But why

please give

holding up the paper. “Your original petition for divorce,” he comments. “And that’s fine, Mrs Summerford. Now…” He takes

“Right… So?”

up the document, punctuating his words with it. “So, I hold here the will

my Master stirs in

over the rim of his spectacles at me…” Your old school-teacher I understand…” He hesitates. “As you probably know,

“Yes, I knew