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Chapter 109: Prey, Part 11
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Klempner"That her?" I yell.But the question answers itself as I look to James and see the sick fury written on his face. But only for a split second...... He charges at Stannis, roaring his fury.Stannis roars back, meeting him. "You bastard! Look what your little ginger bitch did to me."Michael lunges for the stranger, then pulls up short as Baxter raises a gun. "Stop right there!"The stranger backs towards the window and Baxter moves with him. The pistol trembling in his hand, the muzzle swings between me and Michael, but mine is aimed squarely at him.The female... She spins, simply dropping her wineglass to shatter on the bare floorboards as she snatches something up from the tabletop: large, face-covering sunglasses: jamming them on her face. Turning towards us... towards me... there is a suggestion of the whites of eyes behind the lenses. Her 'hair' is a short chestnut bob. And as James lunges at Stannis, she grins manically, a feral expression, emphasise
The Master's Child Chapter 111: Prey, Part 13
KlempnerI clamber out, Michael in front of me, onto the landing of the fire escape, then realise the clattering of metallic footsteps comes from both above and below.Michael spins. "Fuck, they've split."Who's most dangerous?I gesture down. "I'll take Baxter. You go for the woman and the gorilla." But Michael is already moving, belting up the first flight.I clatter downward, following the descending figure I see a couple of levels below me. Baxter has a good lead on me, but as he runs he shoots a look up through the galvanised mesh of the steps, his face twisted with what I'm hoping is worry.At street level, the crowds are milling and shoving, all the happy shoppers going about their happy little businesses. If Baxter makes it into the crowd, I may well lose him... again...Saving the cursing for inside my head, saving my breath for an extra burst of speed, I pelt downward. Below me, Baxter has almost made it to ground level.*****MichaelKlempner might have d
The Master's Child Chapter 112: Prey, Part 14
MichaelAndres is a sizable figure, hulking and well-muscled, with the easy movement that suggests he knows how to use the muscle.I make another move to reach the woman, but he blocks me, fists raised, knuckling white."Come on," I say. "You can't get away. I don't have to catch you. Just to stop you going anywhere until the cops turn up."His eyes dart to the woman, "Julia?""Get him, you idiot!" she hisses. "D'you want to still be here when the police arrive?"He nods, sniffs and straightens up. "I'll handle this one. You get away." Then he squares up to me again. "You heard the lady."In the background, behind the sunglasses, Julia smiles. Arms folded, she stands, watching, one foot tapping...Then... as Andres makes a move... jabbing forward with a fist... she darts off to one side... Ignoring him, I lunge after her, arms outstretched for a grab, but she's quick on her feet and I only have a handful of empty air for my trouble. Andres comes up from behind, seizi
The Master's Child Chapter 113: Prey, Part 15
KlempnerStanton listens in while a uniform takes Michael's statement.He looks ill, his face pale and shiny, pupils like pinpricks. "She pushed him. He was protecting her, trying to cover her and keep me off while she got away. You could see, he wasn't just some muscle doing his job. He felt something for her. And she simply pushed him. Tipped him over the edge."Michael's voice wavers. His hands are trembling. "As he went over, he managed to catch at the edge. He was hanging on, screaming at me for help. I tried to pull him up, but I couldn't hold on. His hand slipped out of mine and he..." His voice catches... "Oh, God... He fell. He seemed to fall forever... When I turned, she'd gone."*****He's a good man is Michael; tough enough in the everyday way of things. But this kind of cold-blooded murder is alien to him.And I've lost Baxter.Again.Who is she?Stanton stands over me, his face thoughtful."I'm in the clear in this one you realise? I was at ground leve
The Master's Child Chapter 114: Prey, Part 16
JamesCharlotte's with Beth and Richard in the lounge. I don't want her to see me like this. And with Georgie sleeping upstairs, it's awkward. I don't know what to say to her.So I don't try. Instead, I head for the kitchen where I can be alone. Splashing water over my face, I try to pretend that it's the soap making my eyes sting. Then I sit at the table, nursing a whiskey. Georgie...Stannis standing over her, unbuckling his belt... Sneering... Enjoying her fear... Her tears..."Oh, God... No... Please... You want money? My father... He's rich. He'll pay..."Of course I'd have fucking paid...My mind is churning. My gut clenching. I knock back the whiskey but I'm not truly enjoying it. My throat burns but there's no heat inside me.Still... Sliding the bottle across the table, I pour another inch into the tumbler.The door from the back whines open, admitting a cold draught, Michael and Klempner. Both look a little wary as they see me there.Klempner hovers,
The Master's Child Chapter 115: Prey, Part 17
... and in the dead hours of the night, I wake again.I'm not sure how long I've slept, but my sleep was deep and dreamless and has served its purpose. I'm, if not exactly rested, at least no longer exhausted. My head has cleared.Beside me, Mitch lies, a silhouette against the glimmer-dark, her breathing soft and even. Somehow in the night, we've exchanged positions and now I'm spooned up against her and...Ahhh...... now I know what woke me......... my hardness presses against her spine.Would she mind?From behind, I nuzzle close, nibbling into the crook of shoulder and neck, inhaling her aroma, revelling in the sense of peace I have simply from being here.Mitch stirs and I pause, then when she lies still once more, I continue mouthing my way over her shoulders.But although she's still, her breathing has changed, deepening, becoming louder. "I thought you were tired?" It could sound grouchy, but humour smiles from her words."So did I." I press my groin a lit
The Master's Child Chapter 116: Prey, Part 18
It's an old house, not too far from what's left of Finchby's old premises. It rises above me: a gable-end property of a block of maybe a dozen tall, terraced townhouses; four forlorn storeys plus attic of brown-brick memorial to a lifestyle that's passed on. No-one wants them now, certainly not here, in this area.God knows there's enough of these old places, here around the tired end of the City. Some are converted into cheap apartments, but most stand empty, long unloved, often derelict, sometimes downright dangerous.And if I'm not mistaken, these are marked by James and Haswell for demolition in plans they brought forward after the debacle with Finchby.Many in the block, this one included, are bricked up, I assume against squatters. Their windows blind, concrete blocks are cemented into the stone mullions. The front door too is blocked up, now just a canvas for spray paint and graffiti. I didn't pop a sledgehammer or angle grinder in my pocket as I left, so I'll not be en
The Master's Child Chapter 117: Prey, Part 19
It's a miserable grey excuse for illumination, spilling through a barred slot of a window. Not dawn. Just the paling of the sky as the moon rises. Still, it's an improvement.The first landing comes out, more or less as I expected, onto the first storey of the house, at the far end of the corridor I first saw. Strictly a servants' entrance, the door is set into the wall, disguised as panelling, so the Great And The Good didn't have to acknowledge the little invisibles who served them. As I press it open, laminate breaks away from the plaster backing, dropping as dust and splinters to the floor.I've seen what I need to. I pull the door back again, leaving it only partly closed to give me a little more light.The next two floors are much the same. I'm not interested. Gun at the ready, I keep moving.Once more, I climb a narrow stairway. And once more, I find myself in an attic space.Silver moonbeams slit down through a tiny skylight, only the size of a couple of the slates. T
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It's cold outside, but Klempner sits on the low terrace wall wearing no more than a thin pullover."Want one of these?" I proffer a coffee, heavily laced with whiskey, topped with thick cream.He startles, but then, "Thank you, James." He doesn't smile. His eyes are soft with melancholy as he stares down, watching October mist curling over the lake."Will you visit the grave?""Yes." The single word isn't followed by any others."When will you go?""Sooner rather than later." He breathes steam and fragrant alcohol. "I'm making arrangements now. The Canadian winter arrives early and in force. It'll be under six feet of snow there very soon, and for the next several months.""Would you mind some company?"He twists to face me. "You want to come?""I'd like to pay my respects to the brave woman for whom my daughter is named."He blinks, nodding as he casts his gaze down. "Thank you, James. I appreciate that.""Charlotte wants to go as well."And now he smiles. I
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JamesFamily...All gathered together around the breakfast table: Michael to the left of Charlotte, I'm to her right, bouncing Cara on my knee while Charlotte takes a break to get some food down her throat. Beyond Michael, Beth feeds Adam, Richard flanking them.Klempner and Mitch sit side by side. She's turned discreetly away, feeding Vicky. Larry watches, still wearing that slightly spaced-out expression...Man-in-shock?For all the right reasons...Charlotte is very quiet. She eats, but her gaze sweeps the table and back again.Once she had nothing...Briefly, her eyes lock with her father's. He cocks his head, eyes full of question, but then her gaze moves on.What's he thinking?It's not hard to figure. Right from the time Klempner arrived back with us, although he's clearly content to be here, he's had an air of... waiting...The Rat-Tat! of the front door rattles down the hall.Michael pushes his chair back. "I'll go." A half-eaten slice of toast in one h
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RichardMy intercom buzzes. "Yes, Francis?""I have the police commissioner on for you, Mr Haswell. He... doesn't sound very happy."I can guess what this is going to be about. I've been waiting for it. "Thanks for the warning, Francis. Put him through please..." The line clicks and reconnects. "Richard?""Good morning, Will. What can I do for you?""I think you can guess why I'm calling you. I'm hearing rumours I don't like. Disturbing rumours.""I believe, Will, that I know which rumours you mean. I've been wanting to discuss them with you. Perhaps you would like to meet for lunch to discuss the matter? Somewhere quiet? ""And away from the office? Yes, I think so."*****The waiter sets a plate in front of each of us, steak in pepper sauce for Will, a prawn souffle for me. He tops up the glasses of Cabernet. "Is there anything else, sir?""No, thank you. That's perfect." I wait until he is out of earshot before I speak. "So, Will...These disturbing rumours?
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KlempnerThe view is restful. Living in Mitch's small apartment, hidden away from the world, does...... I suppose...... constitute 'domestic bliss'. But that's at night. For much of the day, we spend our time in the main family home of Jenny's Triad. The women chatter and gossip. The men alternate between business and banter. One or other of the babies always needs attention...It's exhausting.But when it comes to it, that's not the root of my problem.Retreating from noise and activity and 'family-fun' to the sanctuary of the terrace, I let the view wash away the anxiety gnawing at the back of my mind.It's always the waiting...Give me action and some lunatic with a gun every time...Stay calm...Mist curls over the lake far below. On the slopes close by, every blade of grass is etched with a rime of frost that will thaw to dew when the sun crests the mountain. Further down, the individual blades meld into a smooth sheet of silver that merge into haze and wa
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Two coffeepots later, we've run out of croissants and moved onto toasted muffins. James slices one in two, dropping the halves into the toaster. He pauses, "Another one, Beth?"She's sitting up against the headboard, next to Charlotte, the two propped up against each other, eating from a shared plate. Beth slathers butter and blackberry jam onto what she has. "Thanks, but I'm fine with this, James. I'll not eat again 'til suppertime.""Charlotte?""Mmmm..." She nods, mumbling through a mouthful, wiping a smear of melted butter from the corner of her mouth. She swallows, then holds up half a muffin - minus two bites. "What is it about muffins and bad weather? I always want more of them."James rolls a look at her, then to me, shaking his head...A wise man says nothing...Richard sucks jam from his fingers, lips smacking. "On a complete change of subject... Elizabeth and I were talking..." Beth falls still, her shoulders slumping... "... Please don't take this the wrong way,
The Master's Child Chapter 188: Natale, Part 26
MichaelIt's dark...What woke me?Somewhere down and beside me, the sound of whining. "Scruffy? You need to go out, boy?"At this hour?What the hell time is it?I'm snug and comfortable, draped with a thick duvet. Charlotte, warm and fragrant, sleeps tucked in beside me. Through the curtains, it's pitch-black.Scruffy whines again, this time scratching at the bed.Wonder if he's eaten something he shouldn't?Stretching an arm blindly out beyond the cosy comfort of the blankets, I pat across the side-table, hunting for the light switch. When I find it, as it turns out, it's not Scruffy's habit of eating every bit of rubbish he comes across that is at fault. The clock tells me it's half past seven and my rag-tag mongrel is making a perfectly reasonable request to be let out to relieve the pressures of the night.But outside, there's no sign of daylight and, joys of joys, rain lashes against the window.Goodbye to summer...Scruffy's whining ups by half an octave
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JamesAn orderly tries to block the way, arms outstretched in front of the door. "Sir, you can't..."Klempner simply brushes by him.From beyond, Mitch's voice. "Let him in..."The orderly spins, mouth open. "What? All of them?""Yes!!!! Ah... Fuccckkkk...."The monk's feet skid uselessly over the polished floor as he tries to resist his inexorable forward journey into the delivery room. His voice rises to a wail. "But I'm not a priest. I can't do this." Klempner growls, "I don't care if you're a priest, a rabbi, an imam, or if you ran the Bring-and-Buy at the church garden party. The lady here wants our child born in wedlock. You're going to marry us."Klempner turns his attention to Mitch, lying on her back on the delivery table, yelling her way through another contraction. She flings out an arm, grabbing at his wrist. He winces, but lays his other hand on top. "We'll just let this one pass..."The midwife, checking a bleeping monitor, flashes a look at Mitch. "Yo
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RichardMy mobile bleeps: James.Landed. at airport now. home approx 90 mins. Tell Mitch he's keenElizabeth grins at me as I tap in the reply.don't go home. come city hospital. Mitch in labourThere's a short pause...Elizabeth holds up her hand, counting down silent fingers: Five... Four... Three... Two...... and my mobile bleeps again.When M go into labour?3 hrs doc and midwife say early but all normal all goodWith you ASAP K got taxi flying on wings of fire*****The corridor is painted the required institutional off-white, scraped black in long stripes at trolley-bed height. The lighting is the compulsory harsh fluorescent white. One strip blinks on and off. Signs point off down apparently identical corridors: Intensive Care... Reception... A & E... Chapel and Prayer Room... Radiology... Cardiology... Breast Screening...How many ways is it possible to be sick?Footsteps echo along the corridor; marching footsteps, almost stampeding footsteps.A
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KlempnerAt last, I get some privacy with her. James ushers out Jenny, protesting all the way. Michael leaves too, turning as he exits to give me a kind of approving nod.Haswell poured glasses of champagne, passing them around at their side of the screen, although I did notice that he poured for Mitch from a different bottle. The top of the flute is just in view, spitting the odd bubble over the rim."Are you alone now?"She looks sidelong, off-screen. "Yes, they've gone.""What's Kirstie doing there?""I'm fitting her for her wedding dress. They've set the date for Christmas, remember.""I didn't know that.""Oh... no... Of course you wouldn't." She takes a sip of her bubbly, looking away. "It's been so long. They said you were dead. The police said there was a body.""There was, but not mine."She peers into the screen, searching my face. "How are you? What happened?""I'll tell you sometime, but not now. What's important, is how you are and..." I nod down, bel
