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.

and Malory race behind, but Klempner cuts across, sprinting for the exit. Silhouetted against the daylight he stands, legs

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

the sunshine but already the

up with him, Malory wheezing behind. “We

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

in on himself, Bech hisses through his teeth,

than my boot in your guts. Now get up and

*****

Charlotte

“Francis, it’s Kirstie. I’m trying

I interrupt her. “Yes, I’m here,

A Mr Maurio

cocks a

lawyers who handled my

earth could

what it’s about,

with you. Should

“Yes, of course.”

have anything outstanding from your

I could. And if there was

“Would you like me to

want to

like to, yes, of

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

“That’s right.”

hand outstretched. “Maurio Vincenzo. You dealt with my father when he handled your

I’m a

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

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

to the sidelong glance

“It’s fine,” I say.

must establish your identity. I understand you are currently known as ‘Charlotte Summerford’, but my father

“That’s right.”

can prove

to. But why

give me your signature

name. 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 by your ex-husband, Charles Bennett, to inform us that he had relocated you after he, and we,

“Right… So?”

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

and my Master

looks over the rim of his spectacles at me…” Your old school-teacher I understand…”

tightens. “Yes, I knew