Masters And Lovers 1-4 novel Chapter 34

Charlotte

It was such a great day. I don’t normally enjoy shopping, but with my mother and Kirstie for company it was completely different.

Book-shops. My mother loves books; not the same ones as me, but books about places, adventures, exotic locations. It was such fun…

And Kirstie, with her smart mouth and shameless innuendo at every little thing….

In the tea room: crisp white linen, silver tongs to lift jam-and-cream scones and tiny cakes from a three-layer stand, porcelain cups and saucers…

Then, Ben’s sudden appearance, striding across the floor to us, brushing past waitresses and customers.

Stooping close to me to deliver his hastily muttered message… “Charlotte, Mike called me. You’ve got trouble. That man, Klempner. He’s escaped from prison. He’s out…”

My mother: her whimper of fear…

Kirstie: her eyes widening…

“I’ve got the car downstairs in the parking lot. It’s right by the door at the bottom of the stairs.” Ben wears a helpless expression. “Charlotte, this sort of thing is new to me. I don’t know… How dangerous is this man?”

“Think of the worse you can imagine, then multiply it.”

He glances up. My mother’s face is white. Kirstie wraps a hand around her clenched knuckles.

“You’ve dealt with this kind of thing before? Right? I’ve seen you fight, boxing with Mike. I know you can look after yourself.”

“Yes, I have. And I can.”

“Okay, for now, let’s just get out of here. How’s this sound? You come with me, down to the parking level. Kirstie and your mother stay here for a few minutes; here, where everyone can see them. Nothing can happen if they’re surrounded by people. You and I can look for each other’s back as we go down. You get the engine running. When we know the way’s clear, I’ll come back, get Kirstie and Mitch and we’ll come back to the car together. Then we go… Does that make sense?”

“Yes, it does. Ben…” I touch his hand. “Thanks for this. I know you’re not fond of me, but…”

His eyes narrow. “I’m fond of my brother, Charlotte. I don’t want him hurt.” He fishes keys from his pocket. “You have these. Mitch, Kirstie, stay here but keep your eyes peeled. Look out for anything that doesn’t seem right.”

I stand, turn for the escalator.

“No,” says Ben, “we can be seen if we go that way. I was riding it all the way up looking for you. Anyone looking could spot us. If we use the back stairs, it’ll take us straight down to the parking lot…”

“How do you know that?”

“It’s marked as the fire escape. It has to be kept clear.”

The stairs are narrow, a basic concrete build. Foot-wide galvanized tubing runs overhead, cabling knotted into sheaves with cable ties alongside. It smells of damp and stale cigarette smoke. It’s all very much at odds with the plush public face of Francesca’s, but I’ve been along enough back-alleys and side-streets to know that, no matter how glamorous the frontage, there’s always somewhere to run the plumbing.

“I’ll go first, in case there’s anyone waiting.” says Ben. “You keep an eye behind us.”

The bare walls echo with our footsteps. Two floors we descend… Three… Four... We’re half-way down the fifth, heading for the parking level when Ben stalls ahead of me. “Did you hear that?”

I freeze, listening. “What? I can't hear anything.”

He looks up, then down again. “No… I thought… Must be my imagination. Come on.” He turns again to descend, then whips round once more. “There. Don’t you hear it? Footsteps.”

He pushes up past me, looking up the stairwell.

I listen. “No, I still don’t hear it.”

He laughs, looking sheepish. “Sorry, Charlotte. My imagination’s running wild. You’re used to this kind of thing. I’m not. Let’s get you down to the car. It’s there, right by the door.” His arm outstretches, points over my shoulder to the foot of the stairs.

I twist to look, but as I do so, as though accidentally, Ben’s arm catches my shoulder. I stumble, trying to regain my balance, flailing out to jam my hands against the walls. But something plants itself between my shoulder blades, shoving hard and a hand slaps my grip away from the solid concrete.

I fall, tumbling down on the concrete steps, curling in around myself, protecting my belly as I drop before I crash down to the hard floor.

I have a bare moment to think before the world turns black.

Traitor.

*****

Michael

I leap from the car, bulleting up to them. Klempner’s in the driver’s seat, two more in the back that I don’t recognise. James is getting out.

They must have a gun on him.

To Klempner’s startle-eyed gaze, I yank open the door, and grab him, hauling him bodily up and out of the car. “What have you done, you bastard? Where are they?”