Hot Revenge Box Set 4

Michael
“Congratulations, Richard.” Will Stanton clinks glasses with his old friend. “I came over as soon as I heard. And how’s Beth? I
have some flowers for her.”
‘Some flowers’ is an understatement. The bouquet is huge.
“I’ll find a vase for them,” I say. “You can take them up together.”
“Great!” His smile is broad. “And the baby, Adam is it? How’s he?”
“All present and correct,” beams Richard. “Mother and baby doing well.”
From the front door, the sound of knocking. “I’ll get it,” I say. “Enjoy your champagne. It’s probably another delivery of
Congratulations cards.
I head down the hall, chuckling. I’d not considered that, Richard being who he is, one of the Great and Good of the City, we’d be
overwhelmed by cards. The house is festooned with them: hundreds of the things: from friends, employees, colleagues, bankers
and hangers-on, they all want to be remembered to the richest man in a hundred miles.
I open the door, expecting to see a mailman. Instead, it’s Hickman, a large brown envelope clasped in one hand. “Please excuse
my intrusion, Mr Summerford, but I saw the police commissioner arrive. I wonder if I might have a word with him?”
“Of course. Come in. Everyone’s in the lounge.”
Will’s brows rise as he enters. He speaks with exaggerated politeness. “And what would you and I have to talk about, Mr
Hickman?”
“I have a request from my employer. He needs information.”
It’s a cliché to say that you could hear a pin drop, but nonetheless...
Will’s mouth flaps open, then closes again. Then opens once more. “You have my attention.” In the background, Mitch rises from
her seat, moving closer.
Hickman’s face is straight, but his lips quirk as he takes something from the envelope, passing it to Will: a sheaf of photo prints.
“My employer requests that you obtain identification and anything else you can tell him about the men in these photographs.”

Will blinks then works through the sheaf of images, examining each one quickly then moving on. “And these individuals are... of
what interest exactly?”
“My employer informs me that they are gang-members running a protection racket on a number of small, apparently reputable
and legitimate businesses in Sao Paulo. The businesses concerned are based at the addresses taken from a number of the...”
...He makes air commas... “... invoices... taken from Finchby’s records.”
Will scowls. “Is that so?” He peers at the images, holding them up to the light. “So, what’s Klempner up to?”
Hickman’s voice remains bland. “Mr Klempner is attempting to trace the connection between Finchby’s operation here,
Baxter’s...um... supply chain... and the female named as Juliana Diaz by Baxter, now apparently under the name of Sola or
Solana.”
Will awards him a slow look, his lips pursing...
... Unabashed, Hickman continues... “Mr Klempner suggests that it would serve all our interests to... What was his phrase? ...
Cut the supply at source. He intends to ensure the Diaz female is no longer a threat to his family...” He casts a small nod to
Mitch, another to Charlotte... “... And since it appears that the gang is still dealing with at least two branches of organised crime,
protection and trafficking, he felt you might be interested in cooperating with him.”
Hickman finally dries up and his face cracks to a smile. “What do you say, Commissioner?”
Will inhales. “Let me see if I have this right. Lawrence Klempner wants me to supply him with information identifying individuals
involved in organised crime in Brazil with the intention of what? Assassinating said criminals?”
“My employer did not entrust me with the fine detail of his plans, commissioner.”
“It seems to me he’s entrusted you with a lot else, Hickman.” He pauses, regarding the heavy-set, slightly thuggish-looking man.
“I thought you were just Klempner’s hired muscle? He seems to be relying heavily on your loyalty.”
“We have already discussed this commissioner. While my muscle is, as you say, hired, it will remain hired so long as Mr
Klempner is my employer.”
Will grunts non-committally, and works through the photos again, this time examining each one more carefully.
James offers out a hand. “Mind if I take a look?”

Hickman interrupts, his tone smooth. “My apologies, Mr Alexanders. I printed several copies.” From the envelope, he extracts
several more sets of the printed images, distributing them to James and Richard, another to me, then Mitch and Charlotte. “Mr
Klempner was specific that he wanted you all to have access to full information. In return, he hopes that Commissioner Stanton
here will see fit to provide the information he requests.”
Will raises a brow. “You realise of course, this isn’t the kind of information I have right on hand...”
“Of course.”
“... but I’ll see what I can find. At the least, I’ll have to contact Interpol and the Brazilian authorities. When I’ve learned anything,
I’ll take a view on what I’m willing to pass on to Klempner.”
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