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

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

indeed a lovely day, with a crisp snap to the air. And the sunshine is that brilliant clear white

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

from her rocking chair next

minutes, just while Cara drops

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. “Take all the time you need,” he

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

of my roll-top pullover. “Two woollens, a cotton top

hands into a cup.

up his neck. “Shhhh… Calm down. We’re going now.” Oliver’s ears flick forward, but he settles long enough for my Master

says, “I thought we might take the path through the top field then loop

“Great idea.”

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is firm with the cold and Oliver is trying to take the bit. Head tossing, his gait dancing between a walk and a

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

to the end of

finger. “Only to the fence. No

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

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

panting, my blood racing. My Master’s eyes are soft. “It’s good to

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.

the gate latch to let me

take

I

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