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…

I 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 take Oliver out. Want to

day, with a crisp snap to the air. And the

at the mobile rotating above her

Cara.” My Mom smiles from

five minutes, just while

finger, stroking Cara’s cheek. His face might seem impassive to any that didn’t know him, but I see the hidden

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girth. “All ready for you.” Straightening

of my roll-top pullover. “Two woollens, a cotton top and

his hands

Master slaps him on the shoulder then runs a hand up his neck. “Shhhh… Calm

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

“Great idea.”

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there were no-one else in the world. The ground is firm with the cold and Oliver is trying to take the

also performing, jarring under me. “They both do.

to the

“Only to the fence. No jumping. That gate

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

first closing behind me, then alongside, snorting steam as he pulls ahead. But as her son begins to draw away, Charlie jolts

grinning like a maniac, panting, my blood racing. My Master’s eyes are soft. “It’s good to see you smiling properly

scan the field, stretching down the mountain, the lake glittering at the bottom, the air frigid and fresh. Oliver and Charlie blow blue from

long arm of the gate latch to let me through, clucks Oliver along behind me, and lets the gate

bridle path that will take us to

something I want to ask

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