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.

the horn,

the sunshine but already the traffic has closed around his

Malory wheezing behind.

Klempner lashes out with a foot, planting his boot in Bech’s ribs.

his teeth, winded;

it’ll be more than my boot in your guts. Now get up and find

*****

Charlotte

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

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

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

cocks

who handled my

earth could they

say what

to speak with you. Should

“Yes, of course.”

frowning, “You don’t have anything outstanding

see how I could. And if there was anything,

in his cheeks. “Would you like me to

want to sit

would like to, yes,

wearing a dark grey suit and a professional manner steps out.

“That’s right.”

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

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

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 speak

Charlotte. The conference room is free all morning.” She gestures across. “If you’ll go through,

in, to the sidelong

“It’s fine,” I say.

“First of all,” says Vincenzo, clicking open his briefcase, “I 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 with one ‘Jennifer Conners’. I have only Mr Bennett’s word that you are the same person. You can confirm that you are the woman once known as

“That’s right.”

can prove

But why should I

now, could you please give me your signature

The lawyer compares it 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 why I am here. As I mentioned, my firm was contacted recently

“Right… So?”

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

my Master stirs in

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

“Yes, I knew