Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

Chapter 47

Michael

Klempner is, as usual, waiting as we arrive. From his seat, behind the barrier, he watches me enter with Charlotte. He looks rough; shadows under his eyes and he's lost weight.

The guard, Hartland, is there. He leans down, whispers close by my ear. “If it looks like trouble, just say the word.”

“I will.”

Then he straightens up and levels his baton towards Klempner. “Behave yourself, Larry.”

Klempner looks up, just barely tilts his head in acknowledgement. But I remember the look he gave Hartwell the last time we were here…

The monster stirring…

Klempner watches as James follows us in, letting out a barely audible sigh as he sits.

“That leg giving you trouble?”

James reply is curt. “Cold, damp weather.” But I hear his surprise at the question lurking behind the words.

Klempner fingers a long white scar on his hand. “It can't have been pleasant when Bech shot you. Tell me, do you remember it happening?”

James’ eyes shoot arrows. “What's it to you?”

“If you had just discovered you have a daughter, don't you think you would want to know something about the man she answers to?”

James shifts. Not much and perhaps not visibly to those who didn't know him, but I see it.

Unsettled?

“I didn't remember it at first, no,” he says. “The memory resurfaced after a few months.”

Klempner raises a flat, mirror gaze to him. “The memory was repressed?”

“Apparently.”

Klempner has a plastic cup of water by him. He takes a long mouthful, then sets it down again. “Interesting,” he says, “how the mind protects itself.”

What the hell’s he talking about?

Between me and James, Charlotte sits, shuffling awkwardly. Klempner chews at his upper lip. The pair regard each other in silence for a long minute then Charlotte finally speaks. “Thank you for sending the necklace.”

In restrained tones, “You’re welcome.” His eyes dip to her collar bone. “It suits you. As it did your mother.”

Charlotte swallows and lapses into silence again.

This could take a while…

After another long pause, Klempner says, “Are you going to ask me about your mother? That’s what you usually do.”

Charlotte fidgets then blurts, “I don’t even know what to call you.”

Klempner blows air. Looks down. Looks up. Then, “I suppose Dad is too much to hope for?”

James huffs and Klempner levels a stare at him. Then, “What do you want to call me?”

Charlotte’s voice would cut glass. “Don't tempt me.”

He coughs a laugh with no humour in it. “They know me as Larry around here. You can call me Larry.”

“What's your real name?”

“What?” He seems genuinely taken aback by the question.

name? I don’t think it’s Klempner. I think you've probably gone by a lot of names. In

have. If you mean my original name. I left that behind when I was fourteen. Klempner works as well

“And Larry?”

lower. “That was what my mother called

“Your mother?”

have one

the sarcasm. “I wanted to ask you

taps a fingernail on the

“What was she like?”

freeze a basilisk. “Why do you want to

my… father… then she's my grandmother. I’m trying to find out who my family were… are…. You told me that

eyes. “No,

He looks haunted…

“Tell me about her.”

“I barely remember her.”

what

one day.

What going on?

the counter. “You said

violent man. It was him

“He beat you?”

I was small, he used my mother as a punch-bag. Later, it was

he speaks. Klempner

“Yes.”

the kitchen table. He was drunk. Throwing

from the dinner plate. Nothing special. Not a bread knife or a meat knife. Just the kind you’d use to eat your eggs or scrape butter onto bread. But it’s what was in my hand. I stabbed him. I sank it into his chest. It went between his ribs and he dropped like a

rises and falls. “Did you enjoy it?”

pain from the beating he’d already

“Where to?”

out of town. Then I didn’t know what to do. I considered joining the army. You know the kind of thing. ‘Learn

interrupts. “They wouldn’t have jailed you. Not for defending yourself. And

much did you know of the world at that age? I’d run a knife into a man and watched him die at my feet. I

Charlotte’s face goes slack…

Jenkins…

mirror of what happened to her

thought she’d

She ran…

And she kept running…

as you pull your weight. And it was easier

unfolds his arms, leans forward. “Which part of

Lagos, but I moved around a

“Those were dangerous places to be. And

they were.” Klempner’s voice is languid, almost bored, but his gaze holds steady

were you doing? Why

eyes pass to her, then back

a war to be found

moment, then refocuses. “You

“I was. Yes.”

you

“It’s a living.”

“But it’s so dangerous.”

head tilts. “Compared to

She holds… chewing

piece of advice, for what it is worth to you. If you find yourself in a dangerous

me. You wouldn’t have said all that unless

the run,” he says, a

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