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

*****

 

Charlotte

door, wearing the jeans and boots he uses for riding, and a thick cable-knit sweater… “…I’m going to take

a crisp snap to the air. And the

Um…” I look down to my tiny daughter, blinking at the mobile rotating above

an eye on Cara.” My Mom smiles from

me five minutes, just while

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 seem

*****

Master glances up from where he is checking Charlie’s girth. “All ready for you.” Straightening up,

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

twitch, then he stoops by Charlie, locking his hands into a cup. “C’mon, I’ll give you a

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

we make our way through the yard, he says, “I thought we might take the path through the

“Great idea.”

*****

just me and my wonderful Master, riding together as though there were no-one else in the world. The ground is firm with the cold

then eyes Charlie, also performing, jarring under me. “They both do. They’ll settle after

to the end of the

fence. No jumping. That gate

and she moves from trot to canter to gallop in fewer

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 son, my Master and I, are neck and

He pulls Oliver to a standstill and I do the same. I’m grinning like a maniac, panting, my blood racing. My Master’s eyes are soft. “It’s good to see you

and Charlie blow blue from their nostrils.

long arm of the gate latch to

take us to

I want to

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