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

Master stands by the nursery door, wearing the jeans and boots he

a crisp snap to the air. And the

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

Mom smiles from her rocking chair

give me five minutes, just while Cara drops

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

*****

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

“Two woollens, a cotton top

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

is stamping and snorting, eager to be off. My Master slaps 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 for

yard, he says, “I thought we might take

“Great idea.”

*****

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

my Master, then eyes Charlie, also performing, jarring under me. “They

to the end of the

“Only to the fence. No jumping. That gate

Charlie, and

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

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

and Charlie

the long arm of the gate latch to let me through, clucks Oliver along behind

will take us to the trail through the

there’s something I want

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