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

*****

 

Charlotte

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

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

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

My Mom smiles from her rocking chair next

you give me five minutes, just while Cara

face might seem impassive to any that didn’t know him, but I see the hidden smile behind his eyes. Our daughter burbles

*****

girth. “All ready for you.” Straightening up, he runs over me with his eyes. “You’re wearing plenty of

the neck of my roll-top pullover. “Two woollens, a cotton top and a thermal vest

hands into a cup.

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

we might take the path

“Great idea.”

*****

The ground is firm with the

my Master, then eyes Charlie, also performing, jarring under me. “They both do. They’ll settle

to the

fence. No

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

the lead. Oliver is larger and heavier, more powerful, 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

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

the air frigid and fresh. Oliver and Charlie blow blue from their nostrils. “It’s so good

gate latch to let

bridle path that will take us

I

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