Hot Revenge Box Set 4

Chapter 9

The coffee strong and fragrant, washes away my doubts and clears my thinking, although granted, it leaves me with my problem.

How to find Juliana?

And what is the significance of the invoice addresses?

I let my mind freewheel, caffeine lubricating the gears.

What's the connection?

?

?

Back to basics...

Finchby’s invoices...

Taken from his own files…

Supply addresses from legitimate businesses…

… Listing women, children… Human cargo.

???

That can't possibly be what went through the customs checks...

Duplicate documents then?

Same references. Same monetary values. Different cargo.

That would seem logical: A parallel accounting system: one for the outside world, one for private records.

Yes, that works. Any competent criminal could make that work. And doubtless, with the money involved, they’d have accountants and bookkeepers… Perhaps even customs officers and tax inspectors on the payroll.

But none of that gives me the connection to Antonio’s bar or any of the others.

Why here?

Frustrated, mind spiralling inward…

Damn the coffee…

order

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Charlotte

door, wearing the jeans and boots he uses for riding, and a thick

to the air. And the sunshine is that brilliant clear white you only get in cold

to. And Charlie could use the exercise. Um…” I look down to my tiny daughter, blinking at the mobile rotating above her in the cot, trying, with

an eye on Cara.” My Mom smiles from her rocking

five minutes, just while Cara

I can.” My Master takes the few steps to bring him close to me, then reaches down with a long finger, stroking Cara’s cheek. His face might seem impassive to any that didn’t know him, but I see the hidden smile behind his eyes. Our daughter burbles

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the stable, my Master glances up from where he is checking Charlie’s girth. “All ready for you.” Straightening up, he

tug down the neck of my roll-top pullover. “Two woollens, a cotton

hands into a cup.

then runs a hand up his neck. “Shhhh… Calm down. We’re going now.” Oliver’s ears flick forward, but

make our way through the yard, he says, “I thought we might take the path through the top field then

“Great idea.”

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else in the world. The ground is firm with the cold and Oliver is trying to take the bit. Head tossing, his gait dancing between a walk and a trot,

to run,” says my Master, then eyes Charlie, also performing, jarring under me. “They both do. They’ll settle after they’ve burned

you to the end of

finger. “Only to the fence. No

I kick heels at Charlie, and she moves

first closing behind me, then alongside, snorting steam as he pulls ahead. But as her son begins to draw away, Charlie jolts under me with another burst of speed and

a maniac, panting, my

fresh. Oliver and Charlie blow blue from their nostrils. “It’s so

reaches out, lifting the long arm of the gate latch to let me through, clucks Oliver along

follow the bridle path that will take

something I

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