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 another

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Charlotte

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

And the sunshine is that brilliant clear white you only

love to. And Charlie could use the exercise. Um…” I look down to my tiny daughter, blinking at the mobile rotating above her in the cot, trying, with unformed muscles, to reach

eye on Cara.” My Mom smiles from her

give me five minutes,

Master 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. Our daughter burbles a bit but doesn’t

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ready for you.” Straightening up, he runs over me

tug down the neck of my roll-top pullover. “Two woollens, a cotton top and

by Charlie, locking his hands into a

to be off. My Master slaps him on the shoulder then runs a hand up his neck.

he says, “I thought we might take the

“Great idea.”

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world. The ground is firm with the cold and Oliver is trying to take the bit. Head tossing,

also performing, jarring under

to the

fence. No

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

than Charlie and almost immediately, he thunders up, first closing behind 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 and as we reach

a standstill and I do the same. I’m grinning like a maniac, panting,

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

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

the bridle path that will take us to the trail through

there’s something I want to

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