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.

cuts across, sprinting for the exit. Silhouetted against

the horn, it shrieks defiance as the car rockets to the exit. At the last moment, Klempner

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

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

punching forward, directly into Bech’s stomach. The man drops, grunting and clutching his gut. Klempner lashes out with a foot, planting his boot in Bech’s ribs. “Use a

Bech hisses through his teeth, winded; no words,

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

*****

Charlotte

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

to reply, but I

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

Master cocks a

who handled my

on earth could

he say what it’s

to speak with

“Yes, of course.”

“You don’t have anything outstanding from your

how I could. And if there was anything,

in his cheeks. “Would you like me to sit

I want to sit

would like to, yes,

elevator doors Ssshhhh… open and a man wearing a dark grey suit and a professional manner

“That’s right.”

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

I’m a bit baffled though. Surely

but another matter entirely. Although it was your estranged husband who informed us where we could find

appointments just now, Charlotte. The conference room is free all morning.” She gestures across. “If

Master follows us in, to the sidelong

“It’s fine,” I say.

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

“That’s right.”

you can

to. But why should

please give me

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

“Right… So?”

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

my Master stirs

of his spectacles at me…” Your old school-teacher I understand…” He

tightens. “Yes,