James
563 Words
James
We fall into silence again.
After a minute Klempner touches his ear again. “Michael doesn’t sound very happy,” he comments, his voice dry. “He can’t find them. Nor Ben.” He checks his phone. “Nothing from Marco either.”
Has someone warned them?
Richard?
Has Charlotte got them out of sight?
“You won’t find them, Klempner,” I drawl. “When Charlotte goes to ground, no-one finds her. She had a lot of practice at running when she was younger. If you had trouble keeping tabs on her as a child, what do you think your chances are now?”
He scratches at a cheek-bone, fixing his gaze on me. “It occurs to me that I have the ideal hostage to draw out my daughter.”
I’m keen for a change of conversation. “How did you do it? Get a bug on Michael’s car?”
He hesitates, as though deciding whether to answer. “The very first time you visited me in the prison. You have to hand the keys over when you sign in. From there…”
“All you need is a corrupt guard. And we already know you have one of those.”
That something flickers over Klempner’s face again.
Yes, regret…
He removes the earpiece, plugs it into his own phone and lays it on the tabletop. “We might as well listen in comfort. You can keep up to date with events too.”
Fuck you…
But the speaker gives out little other than a grinding sound which I assume is Michael’s car engine.
Is my car bugged too?
Did we ever travel to the prison in it?
Racking my brain, I try to remember.
No… Michael always drove…
Klempner drums his fingers. “While we’re waiting,” he says, “do you mind if I ask you a couple of things?”
“Such as?”
“Such as how Conners comes to be still alive? I’ll admit that took me completely off-guard. As far as I was concerned, he’d been at the river-bottom for the last two decades.”
Can it do any harm to tell him?
“Mitch outwitted you. Knocked out the guard, sneaked in to where you were holding him and they exchanged the guard’s body for Frank’s.”
Klempner stares into space, nodding slowly. “Really? Clever of her. I never suspected. Brave of her too. I wasn't in a good state of mind that day.”
“Mitch paid a heavy price for her courage. She won Frank but lost Charlotte… Jenny.”
His head falls back against the stone wall. “I always expected Mitch to come back for her baby. I never understood why she didn’t. You know… she’d told me once that she would never have abandoned a child.”
Why would they have talked about something like that?
“Mitch didn’t abandon her. Conners told her you murdered Jenny.”
Klempner sits bolt upright, eyes slitting. “Did he…” he hisses. “And why did he say that?”
I shrug. “So far as I can tell, to stop Mitch going after her. He wanted to disappear.”
“In other words, to save his own useless skin?”
I shrug again, hold out my palms.
Klempner sneers. “Cowardly bastard. I've never hidden behind a woman's skirts. He didn’t deserve her.”
I rub behind an ear. “Now on that, I’m with you one hundred percent.”
Klempner regards me, lids lowered. “You like her? Mitch.”
“I barely know her. But yes, what I’ve seen so far, I like. Like mother, like daughter. And I’m f****d if I’ll let you use me as leverage to hurt either of them.”
From outside, the crunch of tires on uneven ground and the growl of an engine. Klempner stands. “Our chariot awaits. Up you get, James.”
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