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 another

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Charlotte

Master stands by the nursery door, wearing the jeans and boots he uses for riding, and a thick cable-knit sweater… “…I’m going to

lovely day, with a crisp snap to the air. And the sunshine is that brilliant clear white you only

daughter, blinking at the mobile rotating above her

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

five minutes, just while

know him, but I see the hidden smile behind his eyes. Our daughter burbles a bit but doesn’t seem to mind.

*****

checking Charlie’s girth. “All ready for you.” Straightening up, he runs over me with his

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

lips twitch, then he stoops by Charlie, locking his hands into a cup. “C’mon, I’ll give you a leg

then runs a hand up his neck. “Shhhh… Calm down.

way through the yard, he says, “I thought we might take the path through the top field then loop back for the trail through

“Great idea.”

*****

with the cold and

Master, then eyes Charlie, also performing, jarring under me. “They both

you to the

the fence. No jumping. That gate

wind as I kick heels at Charlie, and she moves from trot to canter to gallop in fewer hoofbeats than I

than Charlie and almost immediately, he thunders up, 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 as we reach the

same. I’m grinning like a maniac, panting, my blood racing. My Master’s eyes are soft.

great.” I scan the field, stretching down the mountain, the lake glittering at the bottom, the air frigid and fresh. Oliver and Charlie blow blue from their nostrils. “It’s so good to be able to move

lifting the long arm of the gate latch to let me through, clucks

the bridle path that will take us

something I want to ask

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