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.

sprinting for the exit. Silhouetted against

foot flat on the gas, the car screams down the aisle, up the ramp, adding 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

off the tarmac, cursing, he runs after them, squinting into the sunshine

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

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

hisses through his teeth, winded; no words, but he

Next time it’ll be more than my boot

*****

Charlotte

it’s Kirstie. I’m trying to find Charlotte. Is she

starts to reply, but I interrupt

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

Master cocks a questioning

who handled

on earth could

say what it’s about,

he needs to speak with

“Yes, of course.”

“You don’t have anything

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

“Would you like me to sit in

want to

like to, yes, of

a dark grey suit and a professional

“That’s right.”

hand outstretched. “Maurio Vincenzo. You dealt with my father

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

holds up a hand. “This isn’t to do with your divorce, but another matter entirely. Although it was your estranged husband who informed us where we could find you. Is there somewhere we can

Charlotte. The conference room is free all morning.” She gestures

follows us in, to the sidelong glance

“It’s fine,” I say.

are currently known as ‘Charlotte Summerford’, but my father dealt with one ‘Jennifer Conners’. I have only Mr Bennett’s word that you are the same

“That’s right.”

you can

I need to. But why should I

give me your signature as

with some paper from his case, then looks up again, smiling, holding up the paper. “Your original petition for divorce,” he comments. “And that’s fine, Mrs Summerford. Now…” He takes out another document. “As to

“Right… So?”

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

and my Master stirs

old school-teacher I understand…” He hesitates. “As you probably

tightens. “Yes, I knew