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

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

a lovely day, with a crisp snap to the air. And the sunshine is that

Um…” I look down to my tiny daughter, blinking at the

from her rocking

you give me five minutes, just

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 a bit but doesn’t seem

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from where he is checking Charlie’s girth. “All ready for you.” Straightening up, he runs over me with his eyes. “You’re wearing

a cotton top

he stoops by Charlie, locking his hands into a

and snorting, eager to be off. My Master slaps him on the shoulder then runs a hand up his neck. “Shhhh… Calm

might take the path through the

“Great idea.”

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world. The ground is firm with the cold and Oliver is trying to take the bit. Head tossing, his gait dancing

Master, then eyes Charlie, also performing, jarring under me. “They both do. They’ll settle after they’ve

you to the

raises a finger. “Only to the fence. No jumping. That gate

words are lost to the wind as I kick heels at Charlie, and she moves from

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

maniac, panting, my

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

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

the bridle path that will take us

I want

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