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

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Charlotte

stands by the nursery door, wearing the jeans and boots he uses for

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

daughter, blinking at the mobile rotating above her in the cot, trying, with

an eye on Cara.” My Mom smiles from her

give me five minutes, just while Cara

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 to mind. “Take all the time you need,” he says. “I’ll be

*****

where he is checking Charlie’s girth. “All ready for you.” Straightening up, he

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

hands into a cup. “C’mon, I’ll give you a

be off. My Master slaps him on the shoulder then runs a hand up his neck. “Shhhh… Calm down. We’re going now.” Oliver’s ears flick forward,

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

“Great idea.”

*****

there were no-one else in the world. The ground is firm with the cold

Charlie, also performing, jarring under me. “They

the

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

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

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 end of

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

the bottom, the air frigid and fresh. Oliver and Charlie blow blue from their nostrils. “It’s so good to be able to move again properly. Sometimes, it’s just good to be alive, isn’t

the long arm of the gate latch to let me

path that will take us to the trail through the

something I want

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