Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

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.

Klempner. I think you've

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

“And Larry?”

lids lower. “That was what my mother

“Your mother?”

have one you

ignores the sarcasm. “I wanted to ask

on the counter.

“What was she like?”

would freeze a basilisk. “Why do

you’re my… father… then she's my grandmother. I’m trying to find out who my family were… are…. You told me that your father beat you. I wondered what your mother was like. Did she let him do

around his eyes. “No,

He looks haunted…

“Tell me about her.”

“I barely remember her.”

me what you

swallows. “Perhaps one day. But

What going on?

counter. “You said you killed your father. In

was a violent man. It was him

“He beat you?”

was small, he used my mother as

has her attention. As though painted into place, Charlotte sits, frozen as he speaks. Klempner

“Yes.”

slowly, as though considering, then, “I was fourteen, maybe fifteen. He had me backed against the kitchen table. He was drunk. Throwing punches. Not caring what part of me he hit so long as he got something. I grabbed for whatever was

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

and falls. “Did you

for a moment, then, “No. I was shocked; in pain from the beating he’d already

“Where to?”

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

wouldn’t have jailed you. Not

I’d run a knife into a man and watched him die at my feet. I thought they’d lock me up and throw away the

Charlotte’s face goes slack…

Jenkins…

to her at the

thought she’d killed

She ran…

And she kept running…

speaking. “I left the country. Worked my way on the cargo ships. There’s destinations where they don’t ask too many questions so long as you pull your weight. And it was easier back then. They didn’t have the kind

his arms, leans forward. “Which part of

I moved around a lot. Congo, Chad, Central African

“Those were dangerous places to be. And dangerous times to be

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

breaks in. “What were you

her, then

be

face blanks over for a moment, then refocuses.

“I was. Yes.”

Why would you do something

“It’s a living.”

“But it’s so dangerous.”

head tilts.

She holds… chewing her

His voice is almost gentle. “A piece of advice, for what it is worth to you. If you find yourself in a dangerous situation, make yourself part of what is dangerous about

flaps, then, “What happened after that? Tell me.” Klempner doesn’t speak. “Tell me. You wouldn’t have said all that unless you wanted me to know.

he says, a touch of