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 another

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Charlotte

jeans and boots he uses for riding, and a thick cable-knit sweater… “…I’m going to take Oliver out. Want

crisp snap to the air. And the sunshine is that brilliant clear white you only

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,

keep an eye on Cara.” My Mom smiles from her rocking chair next to mine. “She’ll probably sleep

minutes, just while

know him, but I see the hidden smile behind his eyes. Our daughter burbles

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

woollens, a

stoops by Charlie, locking his hands into a cup. “C’mon,

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

take the path through the top field then loop back for the trail

“Great idea.”

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The ground is firm with the cold

jarring under me. “They both do. They’ll settle after they’ve burned

the

fence. No jumping. That

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

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

pulls Oliver to a standstill and I do the same. I’m grinning like a maniac, panting, my blood racing. My Master’s eyes are

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

it is.” He reaches out, lifting the long arm of the gate latch to let me through, clucks Oliver along behind me,

path that will take us to the trail

something I

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