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

*****

 

Charlotte

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

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

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

smiles from her rocking chair next to mine. “She’ll probably sleep

you give me five minutes, just while Cara drops

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

*****

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

“Two woollens, a cotton top and a thermal vest Mom

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

a hand up his neck. “Shhhh… Calm down. We’re going now.”

he says, “I thought we might take

“Great idea.”

*****

The ground is firm with the cold and Oliver is trying

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

the

finger. “Only to the fence. No

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

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

maniac, panting, my blood racing. My Master’s eyes are soft. “It’s good to

at the bottom, the air frigid and fresh. Oliver and Charlie blow blue from their nostrils.

latch to let me through, clucks Oliver along behind me, and lets the gate swing

path that will take us to the trail

something I want

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