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Chapter 93: Predator, Part 13
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The Master's Child Chapter 94: Predator, Part 14
MichaelI poke my head around the lounge door. Mitch, with Cara sleeping close by, holds up some floppy thing in shades of pale rose and marshmallow. "What do you think?" "I think pink unicorns should rule the world. Have you seen James?""Not for a while. He was in here a couple of hours ago, looking for Larry. Maybe you'll find them together."Hmmm...*****JamesThe door opens...Oh, God... Who is it?It's Michael. His eyes settle on me and his jaw drops."The fucking key's on the table," I snarl.He strides across the room, snatches up the key, then drops to one knee beside me and clicks into the handcuff."Don't say a fucking word."His tone is mild. "If you notice, I wasn't saying anything.""Yes, your silence was fucking deafening."He stands, then offers me a hand, hauling me upright. "Klempner?""Klempner. I'll fucking...""What? What will you do, James? He's doing his best to keep you out of trouble.""He fucking hand-cuffed me in my own d
The Master's Child Chapter 95: Predator, Part 15
PredatorI can see you.There you are. Milling around. Playing your part. Playing the Big Man...Thinking you're hard.You're going to pay.And for all of it.You think you're tough?You don't know the half of it.You believe you're entitled to it all?Money? Friends? Family?Your pretty slut of a daughter... With those two bastards she fucks? And her brat?And your pretty lover? You think she's yours? Once a whore. Always a whore.You think you get to have friends? And family?I'll strip them all from you.One at a time...Piece by piece...Until no-one will come near you.And then... But only then... I'll finish you...Time to play...*****KlempnerVoices protest indignation as I slam through the crowd, but I don't stop for apologies, instead, barging past the massed throng to the staircase to the mezzanine.Charging up, taking the steps two at a time, I see that above and ahead of me, Baxter too is moving, more rapidly now, making for the
The Master's Child Chapter 96: Predator, Part 16
Pistol in hand, I make the short run back to the bollards and now I see him: Baxter is driving slowly along the main street. I'm looking at his rear windscreen.By habit, I take aim, but...Clear shot?Not like this...My Glock is a first-rate handgun, but right now I could wish for a rifle.To get a reliable shot at Baxter, I need to be closer and ahead of him, or at least with a decent side view: not necessarily a good idea when facing a man armed with a car.On these streets, while he's in the vehicle, Baxter has an overwhelming advantage over me; he's not just faster, but, as is not always appreciated, a car is a fearsome weapon in its own right. I have no wish to find my legs sandwiched between his bumper and the nearest wall.On the other hand...How to get Baxter out of his vehicle? Or at least, disadvantageously trapped inside it?Ah, yes...The game is afoot, Watson...Ducking back out of sight, and shielding the screen of my mobile with my hand to contai
The Master's Child Chapter 97: Predator, Part 17
Blue lights flash. Sirens are wailing. His fingers tapping at the wheel, James drops to a normal driving speed. "Klempner, get your head down. Don't let yourself be seen.""James...""Shut the fuck up! I've already had enough from you this evening." The words rattle out of him. "Where's your knife?""My knife?""Yes, your knife. The one you keep in the sheath at the back.""As you say, it's in the sheath.""Show me.""James... What..?"This doesn't feel like mere annoyance or embarrassment. There's no mistaking his fury. "Just fucking show me."What the hell's going on?As we ease past the bar, James jerks a thumb towards the blue-flashing chaos. "There's a dead man inside there with a knife stuck in his chest. Your knife.""Rubbish. My knife is..." Stooped low in the car seat, keeping my face away from the betraying lights, my position is awkward as I swipe around myself for the blade I habitually carry...... and find an empty sheath."It's not there, is it?
The Master's Child Chapter 98: Predator, Part 18
JamesWe arrive back home. I'm bone tired. Michael walks with a slump. Klempner moves like a zombie, except that I don't think zombies suffer from violent shivering.Mitch is waiting for us. As we enter through the front door heading for the lounge, she bursts from the kitchen, intercepting us. Her eyes are wide with warning. "James...""That's enough, Miss Kimberley," barks a voice. My heart sinks. It's not as though I don't know the owner of the voice.Will Stanton emerges from the lounge; armed and uniformed officers behind him. More pour out from the dining room. He stabs fingers in all directions. "You, you and you. You're at the doors. No-one comes in or out of this house without my say-so first.He turns to another... "You..." then aims a finger at Klempner... "will watch this man. That is your only duty. You will not take your eyes from him. If he moves without my permission, you will raise the alarm. If he tries to run, you will shoot him."Then he turns back to
The Master's Child Chapter 99: Prey, Part 1
Twenty-Two Years AgoA woman in uniform approaches a large building, holding the hand of a small ginger-headed child. Steps lead up to solid timber double-doors with the kind of locks suggesting that once closed, these doors do not open again easily.The child is perhaps six years old, and the hair, beyond ginger, is, brilliantly orange, straight and short, sticking out at different angles, none of which have much to do with the angle of the head.There is a thin pale face under attack from a swarm of freckles which threaten to merge into one large freckle. The child is small and slight, and it would be uncertain if it were male or female except that the enormous green eyes say this is a girl.And she's crying.She struggles to break away, digging in her heels and having to be dragged up every step. "Please, no... no.""Come on, Jennifer. Behave yourself for once."A billboard by the entrance towers above the little girl. It displays cartoon cows and sheep playing in a me
The Master's Child Chapter 100: Prey, Part 2
Thirteen Years Ago.Jenny stands in line with the others, Mr Klempner looking them over. Lips pursed, he casts a toxic glance at Supervisor Jenkins, who straightens up in a poor copy of attention.Mr Klempner passes to the end of the line first. The boy there is small, blond and blue-eyed, pretty enough to be a girl. Far prettier than Jenny.Mr Klempner hunkers down to the boy's level, hitching up his trousers at the knee. "And what's your name?""Pieter, sir." The voice is piping, an accent edging through the words.Mr Klempner Hmmms in satisfaction. "You have a nice voice, Pieter. A nice face too. I know someone who will like you."Then he moves to the next in line: a girl. She's older, with a round face and blotchy skin. He tips up her chin to get a better look. "Mmmm... Can't say the same about you, can we? Face like a potato. You're never going to be pretty."The girl squeezes her eyes closed. Her shoulders shaking, she looks away. Mr Klempner isn't interested. He mo
The Master's Child Chapter 101: Prey, Part 3
MichaelJames' expression is stricken. "Will... Georgie... My daughter... I have to...""No!" Stanton stabs a finger at him again, eyes white-rimmed against his dark skin. "Not until I've gotten to the bottom of what's happened this evening."James sits, resting his face into his hands. I lay a hand on his shoulder, but he shrugs me away.Stanton turns, aiming the finger at the officer covering Klempner. "Lopez, don't relax with that one. He has a track record of escape.""Sir!" The gun muzzle raises from the room corner to point toward Klempner.He stands close by the hearth, by the heat. Mitch is right. He looks like he's been through a war. His face is bruised, swelling in places, and long scratches seep blood on one cheek. His clothes are bloodstained and drenched, steaming in the heat of the flames. He must be chilled to the bone. Certainly, he's shivering violently. By Klempner's feet, Bear shoves his snout against him, whining. Without appearing to be aware of what h
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The Master's Child Chapter 192: Natale, Part 30
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
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
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
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
