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

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Charlotte

the jeans and boots he uses for riding, and a thick cable-knit

And the sunshine is that brilliant clear white you only get

my tiny daughter, blinking at the mobile rotating above her in the

eye on Cara.” My Mom smiles from

five minutes, just

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 burbles a bit but doesn’t seem to mind.

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

roll-top pullover. “Two woollens, a cotton top and a thermal vest Mom

hands into a

a hand up his neck. “Shhhh… Calm down. We’re going now.” Oliver’s ears flick forward, but he

make our way through the yard, he says, “I thought we might take the path through the top field then loop back for the trail

“Great idea.”

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simply magical: just me and my wonderful Master, riding together as though there were no-one else in the world. The ground is firm with the cold

says my Master, then eyes Charlie, also performing, jarring under

to the end of

finger. “Only to the fence.

as I kick heels at Charlie, and she moves from trot to canter to gallop in fewer

up, first closing behind me, then alongside, snorting steam as he pulls ahead. But as her son begins to draw

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

stretching down the mountain, the lake glittering at the 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 be alive,

the gate latch to let

follow the bridle path that will take us to the

something I want to ask

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