âI need air.â Klempner jerks his head to the door. âAnd you and I need to talk.â
I follow him out. Kirch, standing outside, reaches with one hand into his jacket, then stands back, gun loose in his hand.
Is this it?
Could I run?
With my leg?
Might as well show a bit of dignityâ¦
I stand straight, raise my chin.
Klempner paces a little. âJames, we need to forget our differences. You want Jenny and Mitch safe. I want them safe. Something has happened. If you believe that Michaelâs brother is behind their disappearance, then weâre on the same side. We have to trust each other.â
What the fuck?
I start to speak then run out of saliva. I suck my cheeks then try again. âI'm supposed to trust you when you have abducted me? When you keep me covered by a gunman? Itâs not exactly a mark of goodwill is it?â
Klempner blinks, hesitates. Then he turns, snapping fingers at Kirch and pointing to his weapon.
Kirch gives him a startled glance. âSir?â
âYour Glock. Give it to me. Come on, youâre not going to miss it. Iâm sure you have another tucked away somewhere.â
Slowly, reluctantly, Kirch passes his weapon across. Klempner gives it a cursory inspectionâ¦
Here it comesâ¦
I hold my breathâ¦
⦠then offers it, grip first, to me.
Itâs surreal. I take the weapon, curling fingers around the handle. And the world moves into slow-
motion.
Itâs unfamiliar in my hand. But now, here I stand, holding a loaded gun, pointing it directly at the man I thought my enemy.
And for the first time I begin to think I might make it out of this situation aliveâ¦
Klempner stands, head tilted, his stance casual. âIs that enough goodwill for you?â
âI think Iâd have to say⦠yes.â
âGood. Then Iâd appreciate it if you pointed that somewhere else.â He reaches toward me, a forefinger extended, easing the barrel to one side. âI imagine youâre not familiar with the model?â
âIâve never held a gun in my life. Iâm an engineer, not a sharpshooter.â
âItâs not complicated. For a beginner, Point and Shoot covers most of it. Not shooting yourself in the foot covers most of the rest.â He inhales. âNow, are we on the same side?â
âYes.â The word feels unnatural. âYes, I think we are.â
"Good. Letâs go collect Eye-Candy first. Find out what he can tell us about his brother and what he might do. You call him. Get him to meet us."
*****
Michael doesnât react well. âJames are you kidding me? You want Klempner to have both of us prisoner?â
âIâm not a prisoner. And heâs as interested in finding the women as we are. Where are you?â
He yells over the line. âFuck you, Klempner. If you think Iâm playing along with this charade, youâre crazy. Youâve got a gun at his head or something for him to be talking like this.â
And the line cuts.
I slam my mobile down. âFuck!â
Klempnerâs voice remains bland, his eyes fixed on the road as he drives. âAny suggestions?â
But before I can reply, my phone goes into overdrive, flashing and vibrating, crawling over the dash.
Klempner looks askance. âThat supposed to be the latest ring-tone?â
âNo.â I snatch up the phone, peering in at the display. âThatâs Kirstie raising the alarm. And if Iâm getting this, then soâs everyone else.â
Klempner looks alarmed. âWhoâs âeveryone elseâ?â
Do I tell him?
The truth but not the whole truthâ¦
âHaswell, Michael, Ryanâ¦â
âWhoâs Ryan?â
âKirstieâs ex.â
âThe police?â
âNot directly, no.â He relaxes a little. I continue. âKirstie is the concierge for the Haswell offices. Part of her remit is to look for trouble. Beth is an obvious ransom target. I installed a panic-button app on her phone.â
âDoes this app trace where she is?â
âYes. Iâm on it.â Iâm mumbling, tapping in, zooming, following the signalâ¦
Klempner, his eyes half on the road, watches. âWhere is she? Are we travelling in the right direction?â
âGive me a minute. Iâve got the GPS but the signalâs slow to load the mapâ¦â
And before it does, Iâm interrupted by my phone ringing again: Ryan.
He screams down the phone, incandescent with fury. âWhat the fuck is going on, James? You promised me you werenât putting Kirstie in any danger. Richard called me. Now I learn that lunatic is out of prison and heâs taken your woman and Kirstie tooâ¦â
I cut him short. âRyan⦠Klempnerâs here. Heâs listening.â
For the space of three heartbeats, there is silence. âThere? James, are you being held hostage?â
âNo, Iâm not. And Ryan. I think it may be Ben who has the women.â
âBen? That idiot ex-boyfriend? Michaelâs brother?â
âThatâs the one. Where are you, Ryan?â
âIâm chasing that signal. As luck would have it, Iâm not far away. James, I need to drive. Iâll ring you back.â
As he clicks off, the signal comes through and the map blossoms onto my screen. Klempner glances down. âGot it?â
âYes. Keep driving. Weâre headed the right way.â
âWhat about Eye-Candy?â
âIâm calling him nowâ¦â
Michael replies instantly. âJames⦠Kirstieâ¦â
âI know. Weâre headed there now. Meet you there?â
âIâm already driving.â
*****