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

it’s a beautiful day…” My 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

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

down to my tiny daughter, blinking at the mobile rotating above her in the cot, trying, with unformed muscles, to reach for

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

five minutes, just while Cara

Master takes 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

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Charlie’s girth. “All ready for you.” Straightening up,

woollens, a cotton top and a thermal vest Mom insisted I put

lips twitch, then he stoops by Charlie, locking his hands into a

eager to be off. My Master slaps him on the shoulder then runs a hand up his neck. “Shhhh… Calm down. We’re going

take the path through the top field then loop back for

“Great idea.”

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

run,” says my Master, then eyes Charlie, also performing, jarring under me. “They both do.

to the end

the fence. No jumping. That gate

Charlie, and she moves from trot

he pulls ahead. But as her son begins to draw away, Charlie jolts under me with another burst of speed and as we reach

and I do the same. I’m grinning like a maniac, panting, my blood racing. My Master’s eyes are soft. “It’s good to see you smiling

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

to let me through, clucks Oliver along

path that will take us

there’s something I want

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