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

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

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

could use the exercise. Um…” I look down to my tiny daughter, blinking at the mobile rotating

My Mom smiles from

five minutes, just while

didn’t know him,

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

“Two woollens, a cotton top

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

him on the shoulder then runs a hand up his neck. “Shhhh… Calm down. We’re going now.” Oliver’s ears flick forward, but he settles long enough

way through the yard, he says, “I thought we might take the path through

“Great idea.”

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world. The ground is firm with the cold and

also performing, jarring under me. “They both do. They’ll settle after they’ve

to the end of the

finger. “Only to the fence.

as I kick heels at Charlie, and she moves from trot to

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 field, Charlie and Oliver, mother and son, my Master and I,

like a maniac, panting, my blood racing. My Master’s eyes are soft. “It’s good to see you smiling

and Charlie blow blue from their nostrils. “It’s so good to be able to move again properly.

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

that will take us to

something I want

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