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Chapter 84: Predator, Part 4
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The Master's Child Chapter 85: Predator, Part 5
MichaelDon't lash out...Keep your temper..."Larry, can I have a word?"He looks up from his reading. "Of course. What can I do for you, Michael?""Firstly...." I toss the wretched penguin pullover at him. One-handedly he catches it mid-air. "... You left it on the bed. Why were you in our bedroom? Mine, James' and Charlotte's. A bedroom is private space."His forehead wrinkles. "I was watching for Baxter. That's the best room in the house for the view over the mountain. The best look-out post. And..." He holds up palms... "... after you'd let me see what you keep in the basement... "Blackie, lying by his feet, whines. Klempner himself appears genuinely baffled.Clueless...And he does have a point about the playroom...Let it pass..."Alright, let's try this then. Why are you looking at the hotel register?" I point down to the ledger on the windowsill in front of him and... some paper he is holding against it, an invoice or some such. "More to the point, why d
The Master's Child Chapter 86: Predator, Part 6
JamesFor all her recent illness and the slightly odd positioning of the side-saddle, Charlotte sits atop Charlie with the skill of the accomplished rider and almost as we exit, kicks her heels, moving Charlie from a walk to a trot."Whoa there..." I yell. "Just walking for now. Gentle exercise.""But, Master...""You'll do as you're told, or we'll be straight back inside. And the only riding you'll get then is my crop on your backside."She eases back down, with Charlie herself slightly resisting. The mare is skittish and excited, understandably after her change of home then several days inside the stable.Too much to handle?But no, Charlotte knows what she's doing and with obvious competence, brings the mare under control.Side-by-side, we walk the horses to the top meadow; a shining snow-scape of dazzling white and brilliant blue. Not a cloud hangs above. And while cold, the temperature is a touch above freezing. The snow has lost its crystal edges and is beginning
The Master's Child Chapter 87: Predator, Part 7
MichaelI wake, blinking open to dull grey light and a sense of everything not being quite as it should be.What's wrong?After a few moments, my brain cells align. My back is chilly.Rolling over, the space next to me is empty and the sheets are cold. I should have Charlotte lying beside me and James beyond her. Neither are in their accustomed place.The memories assemble: the wee, small hours; Cara crying; Charlotte sighing, rolling out of my arms onto her back, then getting out of bed.And a few moments later, a dim glow and a contented gurgle.What time was that?Two a.m.? Three?Scratching the sleep from my eyes, I sit up, to see the pair of them, across the room each in one of the large armchairs we set next to Cara's cot.James, wearing only a bathrobe, is sitting upright in the chair, his head lolling in sleep. Charlotte, still with Cara in her arms is also fast asleep. In full-length nightie, robe, slippers and covered with a blanket, she should be warm eno
The Master's Child Chapter 88: Predator, Part 8
KlempnerThe cafe is cheap and nondescript, serving the kind of food where the clientele looks for quantity over quality. The waitress sets down two breakfasts and two coffees then returns with a rack of toast. "Anything else?""No, that's fine, thank you."Hickman slices into an egg. "Pleasant holiday, sir?""Very pleasant, yes. But..." I exhale, regarding the rasher on my fork.Hickman chews and swallows. "... But sometimes you want to get back to real life?""Quite.""Indeed, sir. Families can be a worry." Hickman tips ketchup on the side of his plate then offers me the bottle."No, thanks. Can't stand the stuff."He shrugs and nods. "Family time is all very well...." He swipes a rasher through the sauce and engulfs the result, speaking through his mouthful... "... but it doesn't achieve anything."I absorb that. I'd never considered the personal life of this classic 'heavy'. "You have a family, Hickman?""Yes, sir." A forkful of mushrooms dipped in egg yolk
The Master's Child Chapter 89: Predator, Part 9
MichaelI give it until mid-morning before I head upstairs again, this time with a tray of coffee, toast and cereals. In the bedroom, I find James awake, staring up at the ceiling and Charlotte, eyes closed, nestled against him, his arm tucked around her."Breakfast?"Charlotte's eyes snap open. "Great!" she grins, untangling herself from James and pulling herself into a sitting position. "Did you bring plenty?"James, sitting up to drink more coffee, eyes her, looking amused as she scrapes butter over toast then engulfs a slice in three or four bites. I have to agree. Our red-haired mermaid is sounding much more like herself.I pass her a mug of coffee. "How are you feeling now?""I'm good." She takes a gulp, then another. "Still a bit sore... you know..." She drops her eyes... "Down below... But in myself, I feel great." She pauses, sucking at her lips, her cheeks pinking, and James and I meet eyes. We both know that look."So... um..." She stutters a bit, looking betwe
The Master's Child Chapter 90: Predator, Part 10
I shoot a look over Klempner's shoulder. As he clicks, the screen displays one document after another in something that looks almost, but not quite, like Spanish."Can I help?"He semi-turns, but with his eyes still fixed on the screen. "I don't know. Can you read Portuguese?""Nope, but I thought you might like someone to bounce ideas off."He slaps a palm onto the desktop. "On that, you're right." He swivels in the chair to face me. "I'm trying to figure how to trace Baxter. Before he tries again.""You're sure he will? He might just give up having lost the first time. He got his money after all."He pulls a face. "You saw how he was. Baxter wasn't doing it for the money. Finchby was, but not Baxter. It was personal. Against me. And since we..." He makes a circle with his finger, wrapping me himself and then the house in the circle... "...fucked him up the first time around, I don't see why that motivation would change. If anything, it might get stronger... thinking he h
The Master's Child Chapter 91: Predator, Part 11
KlempnerThe frontage of these places never varies: garish, loud and colourful. Casino! Live Shows! Beautiful Girls!!!Someone deserves a life sentence just for the incautious use of the exclamation mark.A pair of bouncers stand by the door, like the world's most unattractive bookends. As I stroll through, one is already talking into a handset.As I expect, I'm only half-way across the lobby before I am intercepted: six feet two or three of be-suited and be-booted man-mountain. "Can I help you?""I'm here to see Vince. Is he around? I'm...""I know who you are, Mr Klempner. Mr Caproni told us to watch out for you. I'll let him know you're here." He waves to some suited minion who sets off at a run. Hands in pockets, I pace a little, whistling a merry tune watching morons push one coin after another into slot machines. One, fat enough for his buttocks to overhang his seat, leaps up, screaming and waving his arms in the air as his machine flashes wildly, to the clatter
The Master's Child Chapter 92: Predator, Part 12
Striding to the bedroom door, I elbow down the handle, kicking the door wide as I carry her to the bed. And there I lay her on the comforter, still wearing my shirt, her combs working loose to release her hair into a wild red tumble."Larry...""Shhh... My turn first." I lie beside her. "Yours in a while." Nuzzling into her neck, I let my fingers wander south, creeping back under the shirt. "It suits you, you know."She chuckles; that deep-down low-throated chuckle that is so Mitch. "Glad you approve. Perhaps you'd like to keep a stock of them in my wardrobe."I hover a moment, turning over the implications of that...An invitation to move in?Then, rolling her onto her back. with my hand lightly between her breasts, I press her down. "Stay there. Be comfortable." She sighs, relaxing back, but all the while, her eyes follow me.Moving to kneel between her thighs, I drift my fingertips in a slow line over the tender skin between knee and inner thigh. Mitch groans, lett
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The Master's Child Chapter 191: Natale, Part 29
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?
The Master's Child Chapter 190: Natale, Part 28
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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
The Master's Child Chapter 187: Natale, Part 25
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The Master's Child Chapter 186: Natale, Part 24
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
The Master's Child Chapter 185: Natale, Part 23
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
