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

it’s 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

is indeed a lovely day, with a crisp snap to the air. And the

down to my tiny daughter, blinking at the mobile

an eye on Cara.” My Mom smiles from her rocking chair next

five minutes, just

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 says. “I’ll be with the horses, saddling

*****

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

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

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

neck. “Shhhh… Calm down. We’re going

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

“Great idea.”

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the cold and Oliver is trying to take

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

you to the end of the

fence. No jumping. That gate is

heels at Charlie, and she moves from

the lead. Oliver is larger and heavier, more powerful, 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 the end of the field, Charlie and Oliver, mother and

He pulls Oliver to a standstill and I do the same. I’m grinning like a maniac, panting, my blood racing. My

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

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

will take us to the

I want to

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