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

*****

 

Charlotte

he uses for riding, and a thick

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

daughter, blinking at the mobile rotating above her in the cot,

My Mom smiles from her rocking chair

you give me five minutes, just while

takes the few 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.

*****

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

a cotton top and a thermal

locking his hands into a cup. “C’mon, I’ll give you

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 for my Master

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

“Great idea.”

*****

as though there were no-one else in the world. The ground is firm with the cold and Oliver is trying to take the bit. Head tossing, his gait dancing between a walk and a trot, everything about

performing, jarring under

to the end of

the fence. No jumping.

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

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

panting, my blood racing. My Master’s

and fresh. Oliver and Charlie blow blue from their nostrils. “It’s so good to be

is.” He reaches out, lifting the long arm of the gate latch to let me

take us to the trail through the

there’s something I want

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