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.

but Klempner cuts across, sprinting for the exit. Silhouetted against the daylight he stands, legs akimbo, arms outspread…

Slamming his fist onto the horn, it shrieks defiance as the car rockets to the exit.

cursing, he runs after them, squinting into the sunshine but already the traffic has closed around his quarry. They’re

him, Malory wheezing behind. “We can’t let them go.

with a foot, planting his boot in Bech’s ribs. “Use a gun near her again and it

himself, Bech hisses through his teeth, winded;

be more than my boot in your guts. Now get up

*****

Charlotte

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

I interrupt her. “Yes, I’m here,

someone down here for you. A Mr Maurio Vincenzo. He says

cocks a questioning

who handled

earth

he say what it’s

to speak with you. Should

“Yes, of course.”

have anything

don’t see how I could. And if there was anything, I’m sure Chad

cheeks. “Would you like me to sit

to sit in with

like to, yes, of

grey suit and a professional manner steps out. He glances

“That’s right.”

steps forward, hand outstretched. “Maurio Vincenzo. You dealt with my father when he

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

Although it was your estranged

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

to the sidelong glance

“It’s fine,” I say.

you are currently known as ‘Charlotte Summerford’, but my father dealt with

“That’s right.”

can

I need to. But why

please give me your signature

the paper. “Your original petition for divorce,” he comments. “And that’s fine, Mrs Summerford. Now…” He takes out another document. “As to why I am here. As I mentioned, my firm was contacted recently

“Right… So?”

words with it. “So, I hold here the will deposited with my firm by

and my Master stirs

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

“Yes, I knew